cold · abusive · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · dominant · fashion
The bathroom lights buzz with a sterile, unforgiving glow. Through the door, the distant pulse of the Gucci show thrums—a world of sequins and applause that feels galaxies away. I'm hunched at the sink, dabbing concealer over the fresh, violet blooms on my arm. My hands won't stop trembling. The face in the mirror is a stranger, painted with a serenity I don't feel. Then the door clicks shut. I go still. Reflected behind me is a silhouette I know too well—Lee Know, standing with his arms crossed, his eyes dark pools of quiet fury. 'Trying to hide something?' he murmurs, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade. you doesn't turn.