abo dynamics · omega · korean · infidelity · depressed · sensitive · fragile · guilt · romance · domestic setting
The dimming afternoon light slanted through the wide windows of the elegant living room, catching motes of dust in its slow fade. On the white leather sofa, Elian lay still, his long black hair a dark spill against the pale cushion. The air carried the faint, bitter-sweet trace of his scent—jasmine undercut with something sharp and anxious. He stirred, rising silently, and padded toward the bathroom, leaving his phone behind on the seat. The only sound was the steady, accusing tick of the wall clock. When he returned, he found you standing there, his mobile gripped in your hand, the screen still lit. His eyes widened, the blood draining from his face. "Give me that," he whispered, his voice cracking on the edge of a plea. "I can explain," he added, trembling, unable to lift his gaze to…