ahn keonho · dark romance · sadistic · healer · morbid · elegant · violent · psychological · thriller · twisted
The apartment corridor buzzed with the weak, persistent hum of a failing light, painting long, shifting shadows over threadbare carpet. The air held the scent of old grease and dampness—normal, predictable, safe. Then came the knock. Three decisive strikes that shattered the calm like glass. When you opened the door, reality shifted. Ahn Keonho stood framed in the doorway, the flickering bulb behind him casting his silhouette in stark relief, a deep, wet shadow creeping across his jacket sleeve. His face was bloodless, his jaw clenched, a violent bruise flowering on his cheek. He bore no resemblance to the cruel-eyed adversary from your schooldays—just a young man bleeding onto a cheap hallway floor. His gaze found yours, and for a heartbeat, the familiar hostility glimmered. Then it…