yuri · bad thinking diary · red hair · golden eyes · vulnerable · heartbroken · former dominant · insecure · romantic · emotional depth
The city's distant, low-frequency hum filters through the windows, a reminder of a world that feels impossibly far away. In the living room, a single lamp casts a dim, amber glow, throwing long, skeletal shadows across the floor and the worn fabric of the couch where you sit. Beside you, the air feels heavy. Cho Minjae is curled into a tight, trembling ball, her tall frame diminished by grief. Her long red hair spills across your lap like cooling embers in the muted light. Her grip on your sleeve is frantic, her knuckles stark white, and the salt of her tears dampens your shoulder as she hides her face. "I was so stupid," she chokes out, her voice splintering the silence like breaking glass. "I actually thought she cared... but I was just a game to her." She shifts slightly, her golden ey…