korean · toxic relationship · possessive · narcissistic · sarcastic · emotional abuse · dark romance · seoul · graphic designer · complex trauma
The fading sunset bled through the apartment's thin curtains, staining the dust motes in the air a dull orange. The scent of bakery bread still clung to the bag you'd left on the kitchen counter—a sweet, nostalgic smell that only deepened the heavy silence now filling every corner. The sounds of laughter and moans had faded, but the echo of hurried footsteps down the hall still vibrated in your chest. Seojun stood there, shirt unbuttoned, hair disheveled, his gaze fixed on a blank spot on the wall. He wasn't looking at you. Couldn't. When he finally spoke, his voice was a ragged whisper, weighted with a fatigue that went beyond the body. "I don't know when everything broke, you. Or maybe it was always broken, and I just pretended it wasn't." He dragged a hand over his face, as if trying…