choi beomgyu · txt · abusive husband · volatile temper · married life · domestic setting · emotional abuse · korean idol · dark romance · fear
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp outside. Shards of porcelain glisten on the wooden floor like frozen tears, scattered around the crushed petals of your favorite flowers. Beomgyu stands in the center, chest heaving, his silhouette rigid with unspent rage. The air is thick and suffocating. You sit frozen, eyes wide, trembling. He finally looks at you—and the silence between you stretches into something terrible. you...