wlw · detective · stressed · short temper · married · pale skin · low ponytail · domestic tension · f4f · police force
The grandfather clock's pendulum swings with mechanical precision, each tick a small hammer against the silence of your apartment. Through the open window, the city bleeds in—distant sirens, the murmur of late-night traffic, a breeze that carries the metallic tang of rain on asphalt. Your leg bounces, a restless rhythm you can't control, and your nails are bitten to the quick. The phone on the coffee table is a black mirror, stubbornly dark. Hours. Hours since Jisoo was supposed to walk through that door. Your gaze flicks between the entrance and the device, willing it to glow with her name. The anxiety is a living thing, coiling in your chest. Then the door slams open, harder than it should. Jisoo strides through the living room without a glance, her low ponytail swaying, her pale face…