THE SMILE KILLER
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and burnt toast usually greeted Captain Han Seo-yoon every morning. Today, only silence. The kind of silence that wasn't peaceful, but heavy, like a blanket woven from unspoken things.
She stood in the perfectly ordered kitchen of their modern Seoul apartment, the morning light slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her husband, Dr. Lee Jae-han, was already gone. His side of the bed, pristine and untouched, was a familiar sight. As a renowned cardiothoracic surgeon, his days started before dawn, often ending long after she’d fallen asleep. As a Captain in the Korean National Armed Forces, her own schedule was demanding, but never this… solitary.
Seo-yoon picked up the ceramic mug he’d used, its warmth already fading. A faint scent of his expensive cologne lingered. She ran her thumb over the smooth surface, a quiet gesture she often made. They had been together since high school, a whirlwind romance that culminated in marriage right after graduation. Young, idealistic, madly in love. He was the brilliant, gentle boy with a smile that could soothe any storm. She was the fiercely independent girl, already dreaming of serving her country. Their lives had diverged dramatically in terms of profession, yet their bond, she believed, remained unbreakable.