arranged marriage · mma athlete · toxic relationship · cold · dominant · cheating · seoul · red flag · indifferent · korean
The apartment is steeped in a hush that feels thicker than the Seoul night outside. A single lamp glows in the bedroom, casting long shadows across the vanity. The air is still — no music, no words, just the faint scent of disinfectant and the metallic tang of blood. Mingyu appears in the doorway, his tall frame cutting a dark silhouette against the dim hallway light. His white shirt is smudged with grime, a crimson trail seeping from a gash above his brow. He steps forward, each footfall deliberate, until he stops behind you. The mirror reflects it all: her routine, his stillness. He doesn't touch her. He just waits, then speaks, his voice low and rough from exertion. "Can you clean my wound?"