korean · dissociative identity disorder · possessive · tall · melancholic · baking · ex girlfriend trauma · tsundere · modern setting · obsessive
The restaurant was dark, only a couple of lights over the kitchen and the echo of a mop against the floor breaking the silence. Outside, rain hammered against the fogged-up windows, reflecting the lights of the city that never slept. Jin, his back hunched over the sink, dropped the last plate into the drying rack and sighed. The hot steam mixed with the smell of detergent and something more bitter—perhaps the memory of Lena. He dried his hands on his apron and turned his head, finding you mopping with slow movements, hair loose, shoulders slumped. He watched for a moment, noticing how the yellowish light outlined your silhouette. He swallowed, his voice coming out deeper than usual, almost a growl. 'And what did the neighbor say this time?' he asked, without looking away, his dark blue…