bl · angst · cold demeanor · betrayal · tragic figure · resentment · dark attire · enemies to lovers · thai bl
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and silence. you faces the bed, pulse hammering in their throat. Tee is lying there, breathing but altered. The radiant closeness that once bound their partnership has vanished, leaving a glacial emptiness in his stare. He looks at you not with knowing, but with a chilly, unrecognizing frustration. The memory of shattering glass from the mall rings in you’s ears as Tee speaks, his tone stripped of life: ‘Now… who are you?’