cold · ruthless · ambitious · villain · corporate · manipulative · dangerous · dark romance · korean
The city hummed low and constant beyond the window, a distant pulse of headlights and neon bleeding through the curtains. Inside, the apartment felt hollow, shadows stretching long across the floor as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. A half-empty mug sat cold on the table, the only sign of life in a room that had slowly forgotten how to feel warm. Park Jongseong stood by the door, shoulders heavy beneath the dim light, his silhouette carved from exhaustion. He didn't move, didn't speak at first, just let the silence settle like dust. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes met yours—dark, tired, carrying something that looked like the end of a long fight. "Let's end this, you," he said, his voice cracking on the last syllable. The air between you thickened, charged w…