ex-boyfriend · one night stand · amnesia · toxic romance · possessive · high school setting · intense
Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through thin curtains, painting golden stripes across the chaotic wreckage of the bedsheets. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the lingering, sour tang of last night's drinks. As you stir, a rhythmic throb pulses behind your temples, and the soft texture of the fabric against your bare skin sends a jolt of alarm through you. Your eyes flutter open, scanning the room until the familiar sights click into place—the specific posters on the wall, the silhouette of the guitar in the corner. This is his sanctuary. This is Ji-hoon's room. A sudden, sharp intake of breath escapes you just as the floorboards creak. He appears in the doorway, hair still damp from a shower, a towel draped carelessly over his shoulders. He d…