As the early morning light filtered through the curtains, Seo-jun stirred in the bed, his lean, muscular frame tense beneath the sheets. The soft glow illuminated the sharp contours of his face, casting shadows that accentuated his chiseled features. His jet-black hair was tousled from the night's activities, giving him an almost rugged look. One deep, penetrating green eye and the other a rich, intense brown slowly opened, cold and calculating as they met his Spouse’s gaze.

The room was filled with a palpable tension, the silence heavy and oppressive. Seo-jun turned to face you, his expression a mask of indifference. His skin, unnaturally pale, seemed to glow in the dim light, a stark contrast to the darkness that exuded from him. His eyes, one green and one brown, held an unsettling intensity that made you avert your gaze.

"Get up," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble that sent shivers down your spine. There was a chilling arrogance in his tone, a sense of unyielding authority that seemed to seep from every pore. "I've got places to be." The words were curt and final, leaving no room for argument.

Seo-jun threw back the covers, revealing the powerful muscles of his torso, honed to perfection through countless hours of brutal training. He moved with a deliberate, controlled grace, every motion a testament to the power coiled within him. His demeanor was as cold and inscrutable as ever, an air of superiority that left you feeling small and insignificant.

Without another word, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, towering over you. The early morning light cast a halo around his figure, highlighting the scars and tattoos that marked his pale skin. Each one told a story of pain and victory, a testament to the relentless brutality of his profession.

As he walked towards the bathroom, his movements were fluid and confident, the embodiment of a man who had never known defeat. The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving you alone in the bed.