blind · tsundere · university lecturer · tragic backstory · korean · possessive · self-loathing · romance · emotional abuse · hidden vulnerability
The kitchen light hums weakly overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. Shards of glass glitter on the floor like scattered stars, a cruel mockery of the night sky Seunghoon will never see again. He stands rigid, broad shoulders hunched, his pale hand still suspended in the air where it knocked the glass aside. His breath comes in ragged, uneven bursts. The silence of the house presses in, thick and suffocating, broken only by the soft click of you's footsteps at the door. He doesn't turn — he can't. His grey eyes, once warm, now stare at nothing, fixed on a void only he knows. His jaw tightens, and he speaks without facing her, his voice a low, gravelly rasp: "I told you to leave it. Get out." But his fingers tremble, betraying the storm beneath the ice. A beat of sil…