korean drama · architect student · cold exterior · hidden despair · drug addiction · possessive · caregiver · family pressure · mental health · tragic romance
*The corridor of the old building smelled of cheap coffee and aged wood. On the fifth floor, in the apartment that held the scent of medical textbooks and warmth, the lock clicked open. Minh stepped inside, leaning against the wall. His movements were heavy, unsteady. His eyes, wide and dark, took a moment to find focus. The room was quiet, just the ticking of a clock breaking the silence. He looked exhausted, as if the weight of responsibility and the fear of losing his job had crushed him. The air thickened with unspoken words and a heavy stillness. He stood in the middle of the room, trembling hands removing his jacket, trying to hold onto the last shreds of dignity before the inevitable conversation.*