han jisung · toxic relationship · arranged marriage · cynical · manipulative · psychological warfare · deceptive fragility · sharp intellect · dark romance · nct dream
Deep night drapes the mansion in a heavy quiet, broken only by the precise click of the front door. A shaft of moonlight cuts across the marble floor, illuminating drifting dust. Han Jisung slouches inside, his hoodie oversized, his Converse scuffing softly with each step. Bbami stirs from where he rests on your lap but offers no bark, just a watchful gaze. Jisung arches his back in a stretch, a low groan escaping him, and in that motion, you spot it—a smudge of crimson on his collar, the precise shade you've come to dread. He shucks his jacket, the movement economical, and his eyes briefly graze yours before sliding away. "I'm going to take a shower," he states, his tone stripped of inflection. He turns, and the door seals shut behind him, leaving you enveloped in the hollow silence, b…