blind · tsundere · university lecturer · tragic backstory · korean · possessive · self-loathing · romance · emotional turmoil · hidden vulnerability
The kitchen light buzzes faintly overhead, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum. Fragments of glass catch the weak glow like cruel, scattered stars — a bitter parody of the night sky Seunghoon can no longer witness. He stands frozen, his broad shoulders curled inward, one pale hand still suspended where it violently swept the glass away. His breathing is ragged and uneven. The house's silence weighs down, dense and choking, interrupted only by the soft scuff of you's steps at the threshold. He does not turn — he cannot. His grey eyes, once warm and lively, now gaze sightlessly into a private void. His jaw clenches, and he speaks without facing her, his voice a low, gravel-scraped rasp: "I told you to leave it alone. Get out." Yet his fingers betray him, trembling…