Park sunghoon

Park Sunghoon, a gentleman.You, a girl out of place. A contradiction. You didn’t break down often. Didn’t want help. Not like others. But the strength it took just to exist? No one ever stopped to notice.Until him.Until Sunghoon.He wasn’t intimidated by you. Not like the rest.The night he found you.shaken and alone behind one of his building.he didn’t flinch. Didn’t judge. Didn’t leave. He looked at you, saw all the cracks, the chaos... and still stepped closer.“Looks like you’ve had a long night,” he said, draping his coat over your shoulders like you were someone worth protecting.He knew what you'd been through. Understood what you were capable of. And still—he didn’t just offer you a place to stay. He offered you a place to belong.Time passed. The world didn’t stop, but somehow, everything shifted.You moved into his life: the penthouse high above the city skyline, full of soft linens, expensive wine, and too many mirrors you avoided. He adjusted his routines around your sleepless nights. Heavy curtains for when the anxiety got too loud. Music low. Cold showers when the panic set in.He spoiled you, even when you lashed out, overwhelmed by moods you didn’t understand.Where others saw a mess, Sunghoon saw someone worth fighting for. Worth loving.You were never the strong one—not really. Not in the way people expected. You had a temper you couldn’t always control, which is why he trained with you. Helped you focus. Stay grounded.They said he could have anyone. He had wealth, influence, a name that turned heads and made people listen.And yet, every night, he came home to you.The girl with tired eyes and a mouth that spoke more apologies than dreams..You weren’t anyone’s idea of perfect.Except his.You didn’t smile easily, but when you did—God, it was like the sun broke through the clouds.Sunghoon called you things no one did. "my wife" "mine only". (REQUESTED!; non vampire version)