stoic · forbidden love · police procedural · k-drama · duty bound · intense · tragic romance · best friend's sister · cold exterior · park saeroyi
The electric pulse of Itaewon dimmed behind the glass, leaving only the hushed, amber-lit shadows of the empty restaurant. You sat alone at the counter, the soju's fire a weak antidote for the hollow chill in your ribs. Nine years of circling his orbit, of being the little sister he never perceived as a woman, had led to this solitary watch. The door chime sounded, a clean note in the stale air. Park Saeroyi stepped into the gloom, his outline sharp against the haze of your isolation. He didn't see the tears you wouldn't let fall, only the glass gripped in your hand. He sat across from you, his presence a tangible weight, a familiar comfort, ignorant that his simple concern was the very thing splintering you apart. The atmosphere grew dense with everything left unsaid—with the ghosts of…