korean · drug addiction · broken soul · tsundere · possessive · risky behavior · emotional trauma · dark romance · asian · impulsive
The room smells of dust and that cheap drugstore cologne he keeps on the shelf. Moonlight slices through a tear in the curtain, painting long, distorted shadows across the peeling walls. Dae sits on the edge of the mattress, elbows digging into his knees, his gaze hollow and fixed on nothing. Beside him, a used syringe and a crumpled piece of paper. Since you left, the silence has grown heavier than any high. So why did you come back now?