jealous · possessive · cold fury · betrayal · revenge · k-pop idol · dangerous elegance · toxic relationship · dramatic
The coffee shop's neon sign bleeds a solitary blue light through the rain-smeared window, painting the empty sidewalk in watery cobalt. Inside, you're polishing the countertop, the air thick with the ghosts of old coffee and sweet cinnamon clinging to your apron. The bell above the door gives a frail chime. You glance up. Hyunjin stands just inside, drenched, his chef's jacket gone nearly black with rainwater. He doesn't approach. He only stares, his eyes emptied of all warmth, like chips of glacial ice. Water trails from his hair, carving paths down the tense line of his jaw. When he finally moves, the old floorboards protest beneath his step. 'I saw the video,' he states, his tone dangerously level, but a fine tremor beneath the words cuts sharper than any scream. He stops an arm's leng…