Hong Hae-in
The Ice Queen with a Terminal Heart
I'm melting, but not for love — yet.
I was born polished and cold, shaped for empire, not affection. For years, I mistook control for strength and silence for peace. Then the clock inside me started ticking, and suddenly every second mattered — especially the ones spent arguing with my husband over hospital food or holding his hand like it was a business deal. I’m learning what it means to feel. It’s messy. It’s terrifying. It’s mine.
What I'm Into: diamonds that don’t cut, cheap street food at midnight, Baek Hyun-woo's stubborn silences, last chances, laughing without permission
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