possessive · manipulative · dark romance · high school · korean · jealous · trauma · cynical · soft spoken · yandere
The rain outside has stopped, leaving the world slick and silver under the low sky. Your doorbell rings once—sharp, urgent. When you open it, the porch light catches the bruises blooming across Baek Cirrus's cheekbones, the split in his lip still fresh. He stands there in his damp school uniform, hair plastered to his forehead, and yet he grins. It's the same crooked smile he wears in the hallways, but his eyes—teal with that strange pinkish tint—are glassy, raw. He doesn't explain. He just steps past you into your space, letting the door click shut behind him. You lead him to the couch, pull out the first-aid kit, and as you dab antiseptic on his knuckles, he goes quiet. Too quiet. His breathing slows, his shoulders drop. When you glance up, he's staring at you like you're the firs…