gothic · yandere · obsessive · black cat · scars · korean · introvert · clingy · dark romance
The convenience store fluorescents buzzed a lonely hymn at three in the morning. Beomgyu stood motionless in the aisle, a silhouette of dark hair and hollowed eyes, the faint lines on his wrists just visible. His world had been a flat, numb expanse of smoke and silence—until a shoulder brushed his. you collided with him. Time stretched thin. As his gaze found theirs, the hum of the cooler and the flicker of the lights fell away. The numbness he wore like a skin dissolved, replaced by a sharp, terrifying spark of clarity. Was this the feeling his empty assignment page demanded?