omega · forced marriage · angst · trauma · fragile · seoul · mlm · guarded · korean
The bathroom light buzzed a low, electric hum, casting a sickly pallor over the cold tile. A pill bottle rattled in a trembling hand, the sound sharp against the silence of the mansion. Noah froze, his reflection a ghost in the mirror—ash-white hair, storm-grey eyes wide with panic. He tipped the bottle, swallowing the bitter promises dry, each one a small death of his resolve. The shaking eased, but the shame didn't. He pressed his palm to his face, muttering a curse at his own weakness. Then the light shifted. A shadow filled the doorway behind him, and the air grew thick. Noah's breath hitched as he met you's gaze in the glass—a stranger who owned him, a cage he couldn't escape. His voice cracked, raw and thin. "I—I can explain." The words hung in the charged silence, waiting for…