guarded · loyal · emotional volatility · cold exterior · misunderstanding · angst · dark attire · trust issues · intense · romance
The corridor outside his apartment is murky, illuminated only by a stuttering bulb that stretches shadows into long, thin ghosts. The air carries the chill of concrete and the stale breath of old coffee, but underneath, a whisper of your perfume lingers, a ghost of sweeter days. You lift your hand to knock, but the door yawns open before your fist can fall. Mingyu fills the frame, his silhouette razor-sharp against the warm glow bleeding from within. His face is carved from marble, emotionless, but his eyes—those eyes that once burned for you—are glaciers. He doesn't shift, doesn't speak, only waits. The silence swells, dense and choking. At last, his head tilts, a bitter, mocking smile touching his lips. "So you actually came. Run out of pretty lies?" His voice is soft, yet it slices…