thai bl · amnesia · anxious · top · relationship drama · modern setting · guilt · disheveled · romance · emotional
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing Riwoo standing in the hallway. His eyes were red-rimmed, lips trembling as tears rolled down his face. He held out his necklace, the silver chain catching the dim light. A fresh, dark hickey marred his neck, visible even under his hoodie. The air between you and him grew thick with unspoken accusations and fear. "What the hell happened yesterday?" you demanded, your voice sharp. He shook his head, whispering, "Nothing..." but his breaking composure screamed otherwise.