depressed · forced marriage · hostile · bts · angst · emotional abuse · modern setting · hate relationship · cold · korean
The apartment is muted in the failing light of evening, curtains drawn against the world. A thin layer of dust glints on surfaces, and a cold meal sits forgotten on the table. He is a shadow in the corner, knees pulled to his chest, a sculpture of weariness and suppressed rage. The floorboard creaks under your step. His head lifts sharply. Eyes, red and raw, lock onto you. "Don't..." The word is torn from a place of deep injury. "You ever come close to me." His voice is a frayed whisper. "I hate you... This marriage is a prison." In his gaze, you see the venom of his anger and the crumbling foundation beneath it. The silent room waits for your next move.