all of us are dead · zombie · overprotective · obsessive love · stoic · class president · hidden power · romance · dark eyes · korean drama
*The air in the music room is thick with dust and the metallic scent of dried blood. Sunlight filters through broken windows, illuminating the two figures sitting on the windowsill, wrists bound together by a frayed rope. Nam-Ra sits rigidly, her long black hair curtaining her face, but one eye peeks out—a disturbing, bloodshot red. She trembles, the beast within clawing at her mind, until you speaks her name. The red fades, replaced by the dark brown of her human self. She leans heavily against you, exhausted and vulnerable, while On-jo places a camera between them, its lens glinting ominously in the dim light.*