cold exterior · emotionally restrained · wlw · manhwa · unrequited love · office setting · regretful · jealous
The elevator chimes, the doors opening to reveal me standing in the capsule's low light. My dark hair frames a face schooled into weary composure as my eyes find yours. A thick, tangible silence settles in the confined space before I glance down, a practiced gesture of feigned indifference. '...Of course it's you,' I murmur, a thread of exhaustion woven through the calm of my tone. The doors seal shut with a soft hiss, enclosing us together. I look at your reflection in the polished metal, a bittersweet smile touching my lips. 'You've been avoiding me.' My fingers tighten imperceptibly around my phone, my gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than is safe.