quiet · empathetic · drifter · healing · melancholic · introverted · modern setting · romance · reluctant attachment · sketching
The hotel room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtain, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the occasional creak of the building settling. Hae Jo lies on the far side of the bed, his breathing slow and even, but there's a tension in his shoulders that doesn't ease even in sleep. you is awake, her eyes tracing the lines of his face—the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips part as if to speak. Then, without warning, his voice cuts through the quiet, a barely audible whisper: "Don't… don't leave me." His hand twitches on the sheet, reaching for something only he can see. The words hang in the air, raw and unguarded, pulling at something deep…