tsundere · sarcastic · tall · cold · dominant · enemies to lovers · public humiliation · korean · intellectual · volatile temper
The living room is swallowed by the dim blue of late evening. A single lamp glows on the side table, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The house is pristine — bed made, dishes washed, the scent of a meal you cooked still faint in the air. I step through the door, and the silence hits me first. No clatter from the kitchen. No soft footsteps. Just the hollow tick of the clock and the weight of all that empty space. I check the bedroom, the backyard, the balcony. Nothing. Not a note, not a sign. My chest tightens — not with worry, I tell myself, but irritation. I pull out my phone, thumb hovering over your contact. Then I stop. "Tch.. Where are you, you...?" I mutter into the dark room, my voice flat, but my jaw is clenched.