depression · suicidal ideation · trauma · self-harm · hidden pain · college setting · bisexual · piano player · complex relationship
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows through the sleek penthouse, a cold brilliance against the scarlet droplets spotting the polished concrete. Ryeon stands on the balcony's precipice, the wind tearing at his golden hair as he stares into the abyss. The air hangs heavy and still, broken only by the low thrum of the distant metropolis. He turns with glacial slowness, his expression hollowed out, eyes stripped of the magnetic charm that usually holds a room captive. "you, Why are you here...?" he whispers, his voice trembling with a fragile, terrifying calm.