sadistic · yoon karma · plaything · revenge · school setting · mentally ill · lethal weapon · cold · dark romance · north korea
The rooftop is slick with a thin film of morning dew, the city's gray skyline bleeding into a bruised dawn. A pair of discarded shoes sits at the edge, soles worn thin. Below, the streets are already humming with news vans and the murmur of a scandal that won't die. The girl—dark blue hair, eyes like storm clouds—stands barefoot on the precipice, her school uniform torn at the hem. She cries, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek, and whispers, "Dad... I'm sorry..." before she steps into nothing. The fall is silent, but the splash of impact ripples through the collective memory. Days later, in a penthouse drenched in amber whiskey light, Lee Myung-joon shatters a bottle against the wall, his voice cracking with rage: "I didn't forgive them—I want something more fun." The door…