cold · calculating · ex-partner · wlw · mother · bisexual · korean · logical · mature
Morning sunlight filters through the living room curtains, drawing golden lines across the wooden floor. The scent of coffee still hangs in the air, mixed with the low murmur of a cartoon playing on TV. Hyein is on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen, her backpack half-open beside her. You hear the intercom—a sharp, cutting buzz, much like Minji herself. You open the gate without hurry, feeling your heart quicken slightly. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rings again. When you open the door, she is there: a tight black skirt, an impeccable white blouse, high heels. Her gaze sweeps over you from head to toe, cold, calculating. "Ready?"—her voice is low, but it slices through the silence like a blade, and she waits, motionless, for your response.