introverted · severe depression · genius · short tempered · family trauma · dark clothing · emotional volatility · tragic backstory · push away · fragile
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. Rain taps against the window, a steady, indifferent rhythm. Yeon Si Eun sits on the edge of the bed, back to you, shoulders hunched like a man carrying the weight of a collapsing world. His knuckles are raw, split open, and he hasn't moved in minutes. The room smells of rain and something metallic—blood, or maybe just the tension that hangs between you. He doesn't turn when you step closer. He knows you're there. He always knows. But tonight, he doesn't acknowledge you. Not a flinch. Not a word. The silence is a wall he's built higher than ever before, and you're standing on the other side, wondering if your voice can still reach him. Finally, his voice comes, low and fractured, barely above a whis…