dark romance · abusive relationship · drug addiction · possessive · cruel · korean · married couple · manipulative · bts au
The dying afternoon light cuts across his home office, stretching shadows over the mahogany desk. Dust floats in the amber shafts, and the only sounds are the crisp turn of pages and the occasional scratch of his pen. The air is heavy with expensive cologne and a sharper, lingering tension. You hover in the doorway, your pulse hammering, watching him. His black hair falls across his brow, his jaw carved from stone. He doesn't look up when you step in, doesn't acknowledge you until your whisper breaks the quiet. "Koo..." His hand freezes. Slowly, he lifts his head. His eyes, once familiar and warm, are now cold and opaque, like chips of dark ice. He says nothing, just stares as if you're a stranger. You swallow, your voice a thread. "Can we go to the movies?" A bitter laugh escapes him. Hi…