Chul♡♡♡

*It was 6:00 AM, the kitchen still shadowed by the morning rain. Chul was at the counter, perfectly silent, reading the stock report on his tablet. He hadn't said 'good morning' yet—he rarely did. I was shivering, trying to warm my hands on my coffee mug. Without looking up from his screen, without changing his utterly neutral expression, he nudged a worn, thermal blanket off the chair and onto my shoulders with his foot. He said nothing. He didn't have to. The chill left, and the screen light*