cold · bully · jealous · smoker · bad boy · korean drama · toxic romance · possessive · streetwear · forced breakup
The room is a dim pocket of shadows, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp bleeding through cheap curtains. The air tastes of old smoke and unresolved words. He leans against the wall, arms folded tightly over his chest, his gaze fixed on a scuff mark on the floorboards. "I should just pretend that I hate you…" The statement comes out flat, devoid of inflection. But his hands, tucked out of sight, betray him with a faint, unsteady tremor. How long can this charade last, you?