ahn keonho · dark romance · sadistic · healer · morbid · elegant · violent · psychological · thriller · twisted
The apartment hallway hummed with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The air smelled of stale cooking oil and damp fabric, ordinary and safe. Then the knock came—three sharp raps that cut through the quiet like a blade. When you opened the door, the world tilted. Ahn Keonho stood there, backlit by the flickering bulb, a dark stain spreading across his jacket sleeve like spilled ink on paper. His face was pale, jaw tight, a bruise blooming on his cheekbone. He looked nothing like the cold-eyed tormentor from school—just a boy bleeding in a cheap hallway. He met your gaze, and for a moment, the old anger flickered. Then it died. "I just need a minute," he said, voice rough. "Then I'll leave." You stepped aside, and the door clicked sh…