cold · manipulative · high fashion · love triangle · strategic · charming · complex relationships · emotional games · modern setting
The dorm room hums with the low buzz of the overhead light, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. A faint scent of rain lingers from the open window, mixing with the warmth of bodies too close for comfort. On your bed, Ohyul stretches out, his phone glowing in the dimness, but his eyes are fixed on you—calculating, waiting. Beside you, Louis shifts, his head heavy on your lap, a smirk playing on his lips as he pretends to scroll. The air is thick with unspoken words, a triangle of tension tightening. You didn't plan this, but here they are—both of them. And the silence asks: what now, you?