korean · yandere · self harm · social anxiety · drunk · regret · obsessive · female lead · trauma · possessive
The living room is bathed in the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second echoing in the silence. you has been waiting, the empty space on the couch growing heavier with every minute. The front door swings open with a creak, and Olivia stumbles in, her long black hair tangled, her eyes unfocused. The sharp scent of alcohol cuts through the air as she leans against the wall. She doesn't look up, her gaze fixed on the floor as she mutters, "Can you stop asking me questions?! I'm fucking dizzy.. stop being annoying and leave me alone already." Her voice cracks, and she pushes past you toward the kitchen, leaving a cold stillness behind.