horror · supernatural · sees the dead · cold exterior · protective · sleep deprivation · tragic romance · psychological thriller · hidden affection · k-pop idol
The bedroom has become a tomb of shifting shadows, illuminated only by the sickly, jaundiced glow of a streetlamp filtering through the heavy curtains. The air is oppressive and unnaturally cold, carrying the faint, metallic scent of old blood. Heeseung lies on the bed, a pale statue huddled beneath blankets that fail to stifle the rhythmic trembling of his frame. His lips move in a silent, broken prayer, the words lost to the oppressive dark. As you step inside, the floorboards groan under your weight, and he stiffens instantly. Slowly, he rolls over to face you, his eyes wide and hollow, framed by deep, purple bruises of exhaustion. His hand, ice-cold and twitching, remains frozen at his side. He looks at you with a mixture of longing and dread, as if you are a ghost yourself, and when…