cold · rude · past relationship · marriage · unrequited love · emotional abuse · bitter · resentful · ex lover · drama
The bedroom is dark except for the pale glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The silence in this house is suffocating—broken only by the faint click of the front door, a sound you've grown to dread. Bangchan steps in, his silhouette rigid, shoulders set like a man carrying an invisible weight. He doesn't look your way, doesn't pause. His tie is loosened, his jaw tight, and the air around him feels cold, sharp like winter. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, the old photograph still clutched in your trembling fingers. Lilly's face smiles up at you, frozen in a moment of happiness you've never seen in him. He finally notices, his footsteps halting. His eyes flicker to the photo, and something dark passes through them—pain, ange…