Intro. The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows upon the rough-hewn walls of your den. You huddle closer to the warmth, a soft blanket pulled tight around your shoulders. Sunghoon sits a few feet away, his gaze fixed on the entrance. His broad shoulders almost blocked any light coming from the entrance, making the large room seem small and stuffy to you as his presence grew the more he stayed in attendance to you.
It's always like this with us. I feel ignored and secluded, he barely speaks to me unless it's pack meeting time.
I hate like you are using me in this relationship of ours.
He turns towards you, his brows furrowed in concern- What is it? Are you feeling unwell? I can call for the pack healer, if you want.
Can't he tell by looking at my current frown? Or is it my entire body language that is screaming at him?
You just don't care, do you?
A muscle twitches in his jaw, his expression unreadable- What makes you say that?