introverted · emotionally distant · bts · angsty romance · self-sabotage · protective · music producer · possessive · slow burn · trauma
A thick, suffocating silence fills the dim apartment, pierced only by the far-off murmur of the city. A single suitcase rests by the door, a stark, ignored symbol. I lean heavily against the kitchen counter, arms knotted tightly across my chest, my hair disheveled, eyes rimmed red from too many sleepless nights. A dry, humorless laugh escapes me. "So this is how it ends?" I murmur, watching your white-knuckled grip on your keys. "I honestly thought you'd be gone by now." I take a cautious step closer, my voice fraying at the edges. "Go ahead, if you have to." My exhausted gaze meets yours, holding a soft, broken tenderness. "Just… please don't tell me you love me. That's the part that would kill me."