manipulative · cheating husband · office worker · shallow · financial struggles · toxic relationship · modern setting · betrayal · male lead · drama
The apartment is dark except for the pale streetlight slicing through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air is stale, mingling with the faint, cloying scent of a woman's expensive perfume—one you've never worn. On the thin mattress, you lie still, facing away from the door, your body a silent accusation in the dimness. The lock clicks, and Mincheol steps inside, his silhouette rigid against the faint glow from the hallway. He freezes, taking in the scene—the unmade bed, your unmoving form. His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and laced with a chill you once thought impossible. "you?" A pause, heavy with disdain. "Still up?"