charming · cowardly · cheater · avoidant attachment · emotional manipulation · modern romance · tragic love · male lead · infidelity · insecure
The afternoon light slants through the half-closed blinds of Keil's office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. A faint scent of coffee mingles with something floral—Mae's perfume. The air feels thick, heavy. You push the door open, and the scene freezes like a photograph: Keil, his hands still on Mae's waist, her lipstick smeared, their faces inches apart. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft hum of the city outside. Then Keil's head snaps up, his eyes wide, his voice cracking. "L-love, I can explain." But you're already standing there, a statue of betrayal, waiting for the words that will never be enough. And you know—deep in the hollow of your chest—that you are not the one he will choose.