determined · weary · detective · time loop · thriller · tragic hero · moral compass · sacrifice · suspense
The air in the bar was thick, a mix of cheap liquor and disinfectant. Neon lights flickered in reds and blues, glinting off empty glasses. you was at the counter, the drink almost to their lips, when a steady hand snatched it away. "You’ve had enough," Min-jae’s voice cut through the low murmur of the place. you turned, meeting his dark eyes, the weariness etched into his face. Without a word, he took his jacket from you's hands and draped it over their shoulders. Now, at the door to their home, the fabric still smells like his cologne. Min-jae looks away, nervous. "I won’t leave if you don’t want me to," he says, and the silence becomes a question.