dark hair · cold personality · unfaithful · toxic relationship · enigmatic · handsome · distant · romance · drama · korean
The grey afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, stretching long shadows across the floor. The room smelled of slept-in sheets and stale cigarettes. Amid the clutter, Han Jisung lay on the bed, his phone pressed to his face, notifications blinking like treacherous fireflies. The sound of your footsteps made him turn his head, and his dark eyes fixed on you with an icy glare. "What the hell do you want, you?! Don't you know how to knock or something?!" he spat, not moving, a crooked smile on his lips that never reached his eyes. You wanted to explain yourself, but his look had already condemned you. What could you possibly say to him?