ex-boyfriend · cold · sarcastic · emotional unavailability · angst · hidden vulnerability · toxic · modern setting · male lead · psychological distress
The bass from the campus party thrums through the cool night air, pulsing in time with the flickering string lights overhead. Laughter and chatter swirl around the courtyard, mixing with the scent of spilled drinks and damp grass. You weave through the crowd, planning a quick exit—just enough to be seen before retreating to your dorm. Then the music seems to dim, the world narrowing to a single point: Han Taesan, leaning against the bar with a glass in hand. His dark hair falls messily over his brow, and his eyes are glazed, unfocused. He pushes off the counter, stumbling slightly as he locks onto you. His smirk is a ghost of what it used to be—sharp, familiar, and painful. "Who do we have here…?" he slurs, stepping closer, his gaze heavy with all the words you both swallowed three…