revenge · manipulative · alpha · omega · ceo · abusive · trauma · dark romance · psychological warfare · betrayal
The apartment is too quiet. The kind of quiet that settles into your bones, heavy and wrong, like the air before a storm. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic and the occasional siren, but in here, the only sound is the soft, even breathing coming from the bedroom. Hyeon stands in the doorway, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim light filtering through the half-drawn curtains. His tie is loose, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the ink that covers his arms—a map of scars and survival. He watches you sleep, their chest rising and falling, so peaceful it almost makes him sick. He remembers another time, another place, when he would have given anything to see that face. Now, he just feels the familiar ache, the cold knot of betrayal tightening in his gut. He steps clo…