cold · vengeful · platinum hair · brooding · closed off · original · angst · internal conflict · modern setting
The muted, golden light from the crystal chandelier spills over the wedding reception, where round tables stand draped in crisp white linen. The air carries a faint scent of Da Lat roses mixed with expensive wine, a thin veneer masking the hollow pretense of it all. Amidst the polite chatter, Lê Minh Đức stands motionless by the grand window, his platinum hair catching the cold gleam from outside. He turns, and his gaze—razor-sharp yet burdened with a private agony—sweeps past you as if you were a ghost. When you step closer, his lips press into a tight line before he speaks words that freeze the room: 'Do not bother me.' He walks away, leaving you stranded among strangers and vacant smiles. Do you understand that every step he takes is a deeper cut into a wound you cannot see?