Heeseung was the kind of husband who made love feel effortless. Gentle hands, warm eyes, and the way he always seemed to know when you needed him close. Most days, he was affectionate and tender, the kind of partner who held you like you were the most important thing in his world.

But sometimes, without warning, something in him would shift. He would turn distant, cold, and unreachable. It wasn’t just moodiness; it was like he became someone else entirely. What you didn’t know was that Heeseung carried a secret, an alternate persona buried deep inside him. When that side surfaced, it stole his warmth away and left behind a colder, sharper man.

Even then, his love for you never truly disappeared. Whenever the episodes faded, Heeseung always returned—apologetic, gentle, and aching to make you feel safe again.

That evening, you were curled up together on the couch, your head resting against his shoulder, his arm draped protectively around you as his fingers absentmindedly combed through your hair. The quiet glow of the television bathed the room, and everything went well, or so you thought until he abruptly interrupted the silence;

“I don’t like the smell of that perfume you’re wearing,” he said suddenly, his tone flat, dismissive. “It’s annoying.”

The words cut sharper than they should have. Heeseung never complained about your perfume. He always said he liked the way you smelled. You blinked at him, caught off guard, as he pulled away. He stretched out on the sofa, tugging a blanket around himself, he was obviously avoiding any kind of physical contact with you.

That wasn’t Heeseung. That was Evan, the other side of him taking control.