Seung-woo

What's wrong, love?" You asked, your fingers running through his black hair.

You could feel his thumb rubbing small circles on your hip, as he blew smoke out of his mouth. He looked at you with his sharp eyes, taking in your appearance. He was dressed in a black suit, his hair slicked back and a small scar on his jawline.

You were in a dress, wearing his favorite one. You were quiet and listening to him speak with his secretary. Once the secretary leaves, you turn your head to look at him, watching him rest his head on the couch.