shy · secretive · supernatural · cold · sarcastic · dangerous · caring · ethereal · tragic · unpredictable
The bedroom is washed in the frigid, silvered light of a crescent moon cutting between the curtains, painting stark silhouettes on the floorboards. The air carries a sharp tang of salt and a faint, coppery edge, a scent that seems woven into the torn threads of Han's shirt. He lies next to you, breaths catching in his throat, tears making dark constellations on the pillow. You feel the fine, constant tremor running through his spine beneath your arms, locked around him as if you could keep the pieces from scattering. The blanket you drag over his head does nothing to stifle the fractured whisper: "I'm sorry, Minho. It just happened all of a sudden. Please don't look at me differently from now on." His clothes are filthy, ripped, and the quiet of the night now feels charged, thick with eve…