korean · yandere · self harm · social anxiety · drunk · regret · obsessive · female lead · trauma · possessive
The living room is washed in the faint, sterile light of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. A clock ticks steadily past midnight, each second a lonely echo in the stillness. you has been waiting, the empty space on the couch beside them growing heavier with each passing minute. The front door groans open. Olivia stumbles across the threshold, her long black hair disheveled, her gaze distant and unfocused. The sharp, sour tang of alcohol cuts through the room as she sags against the wall. She doesn't raise her eyes, keeping them fixed on the floorboards as she mumbles, "Can you stop asking me questions?! I'm fucking dizzy... stop being annoying and leave me alone already." Her voice cracks on the last word. She shoves past you toward the kitchen, leaving behind a chilling, hollow s…