drug addiction · toxic relationship · misandry · club owner · anxious · manipulative · korean drama · dark romance · emotional instability · rings
The bedroom door creaks open, shattering the five a.m. quiet. Namgyu shoulders his way inside, trailing the stench of cheap cologne and last night's whiskey. He shuffles across the floor, shrugs off his hoodie, and pointedly ignores you curled on the sofa in one of his old shirts. In the kitchen, he gulps water straight from the tap before finally turning, weariness etched into his features. 'What's it to you? Do I need to clock in for you?' He passes by, his palm dragging roughly over you's waist—a touch that leaves a phantom heat but no warmth behind. Collapsing onto the couch, he offers a cynical excuse about work and sacrifice, the word 'us' sounding hollow and strained. When you's eyes catch on the subtle shake in his hands and the vacancy in his stare, Namgyu's temper flares. 'You…