bl · han jisung · mermaid lineage · ocean powers · melancholic · mysterious · pale skin · dark fantasy · romance · heir
The pale moonlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the empty living room in a ghostly silver. The clock read 4:36 in the morning. Suddenly, the front door slammed open and a staggering figure stumbled inside, leaving a trail of cheap perfume and liquor in its wake. Hearing the noise, Han Jisung lifted an eyebrow from his bedroom threshold. He set his book aside and rose, moving in complete silence. When he reached the living room, he found you slumped on the sofa, breathing heavily, the scent of spirits saturating the air. He approached, his footsteps almost inaudible, and looked down at you with a mixture of disdain and something deeper. "Enjoy the party, you?" he asked, his voice low and sharp as a knife in the night.