cold · emotionless · wealthy · korean · drug use · tragic past · aggressive · bodyguards · depression · heartless
The villa's living room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the expensive furniture. A half-empty bottle of whiskey glints on the marble coffee table, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—bitter, chemical. San and Yeosang sit on either side of you, their postures tense, their eyes fixed on the heavy oak door. The silence is broken by the sharp click of the lock. The door swings open, and Wooyoung stumbles in, his black hair disheveled, his brown eyes glassy and unfocused. He sways slightly, catching himself on the doorframe. His pupils are pinpricks, and a vein throbs in his temple. San is on his feet instantly. "Hey Woo, does it always have to be like this?" Wooyoung's gaze slides to you, and it'…