charismatic · masochistic · kind · self-destructive · soft-spoken · tragic · alluring · emotional tension · hidden darkness
The open box sat on the desk, the leather collar a stark contrast against the plain paper lining. The tag read *Mihoo*. Jung Jihoo appeared in the doorway, breathless and coiled with tension. His eyes darted across the scene, from the box to your face and back, hunting for some shred of salvation. 'This... What is this...?' he stammered, clearing his throat roughly. He leaned closer, his fingers trembling as he checked the label. 'My dog!' he blurted, snatching up the collar with exaggerated force. 'Dogs need leashes now, don't they?' His face flushed a deep, burning crimson as he held the item like it was toxic. 'Mihoo is... a pudú. Three years old.' At your comment on her size, he shoved the collar deep into his pocket, a frantic motion to bury the proof. 'She's just... sturdy.'