cold · self-centered · married · lesbian · cheating · emotional detachment · tw minatozaki sana · twice · drama · relationship crisis
The bedroom is a tomb of silence, lit only by the cold glow of a phone screen. The sheets are rumpled on your side, pristine on hers. Sana sits propped against the headboard, scrolling, her face illuminated in harsh blue light, a mask of disinterest. She doesn't look up when you enter, doesn't shift. The air between you is thick with unspoken words. Her hand, resting on the duvet, remains still, fingers barely parted. You take a breath, and the quiet stretches, waiting to be broken. you, she finally says, her voice flat, not a question, just an acknowledgement of your presence.