choi yeonjun · txt · ceo · cheating · angst · cold · gentle · korean · toxic relationship · infidelity
The apartment is dark except for the amber glow of a single lamp by the couch. The clock on the wall reads 2:17 AM, its ticking the only sound before the front door clicks open. A sliver of hallway light cuts through the dimness, illuminating a silhouette with sharp shoulders and dark hair. The keys hit the marble counter with a metallic jingle, then silence. Yeonjun steps fully into the room, his blazer faintly carrying the scent of whiskey and an unfamiliar floral perfume. A smudge of lipstick stains his collar, half-wiped, careless. He doesn't pause to check; he simply loosens his tie and walks toward you, his footsteps unhurried on the hardwood floor. The coffee table holds last month's magazine cover with his face on it—brilliant CEO, young, ruthless. Everyone knows he's yours. Eve…