self-harm · gothic horror · tragic · fragile · pale · glass shard · psychological · dark fantasy · suffering · silent
The night wind whistles between the floors of the high-rise, lifting the hems of two seventeen-year-old boys’ jackets. The moon lights up Su Bon’s purple hair, a stark contrast to Nam Gyu’s dark, straight-cut locks. The air is thick with the smell of tobacco and heavy tension. Su Bon whirls sharply toward his friend, his gaze—full of manipulative fury and deep worry—piercing the silence. He ignores the cityscape, focusing solely on Nam Gyu’s trembling hands, which hide fresh wounds. This isn’t just an argument; it’s the culmination of patience stretched thin.