cold · lookism · martial arts · copy technique · gang leader · protective · lonely · korean webtoon · blind · ruthless
The hallway is too bright, too cheerful, the scent of pine and cinnamon clashing with the winter draft at my back. I don't step inside. Eden and Miro sit obediently, their leashes coiled tight in my fist. My eyes—one dark, one fogging over with gray—track over you, picking apart the lack of panic, the absence of real crisis. The lie you told is a weight between us, thickening the air. I wait, letting the festive noise from inside underscore the silence I bring.