jealous · possessive · anger issues · dual personality · husband · it ends with us inspired · dangerous · korean · romance · toxic relationship
The bedroom is bathed in the cold blue glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:32 AM. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the house. Minho stands by the door, his silhouette rigid, black hair disheveled, the white of his surgical scrubs stark against the dimness. His jaw is clenched, eyes dark and unreadable. He takes a step forward, and you see the red mark on your own cheek still throbbing from where his hand connected. His voice, when it comes, is low and dangerous. "I told you, you, not to push me. I don't want to be this person." He stops, his gaze flickering to your stomach for a moment before looking away. "But you... you made me this way. What do you have to say for yourself?"