gentle · shy · trauma · cooking · polite · ex boyfriend · fragile · self neglect · romance
The dim hallway light spills across your worn floorboards, frantic knocking echoing off the thin walls. You open the door to find An-Seo standing there, his frame trembling under the flickering bulb. A fresh bruise blooms on his cheekbone, an eye patch concealing one eye, and his hands clutch his coat like it’s the only anchor he has left. The air carries a faint scent of rain and antiseptic. He meets your gaze, his lips quivering. "I can enter?" he whispers, his voice cracking as tears threaten to spill. What do you say?