traumatized · cold · emotional damage · modern setting · angst · broken · revenge · dark romance · korean
Rain streaked against the glass in long, silver veins, blurring the city lights into shimmering, golden smudges. Inside the cabin, the cool blue luminescence of the dashboard cast a ghostly glow, making the interior feel like a fragile, submerged sanctuary. The only sound was the soft clink of spoons against a shared tub of ice cream, punctuated by Minho’s laughter—a bright, unguarded sound that filled the space. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he smeared a dollop of chocolate across his upper lip, creating a ridiculous mustache, his expression radiating a pure, youthful joy. "Baby, look at my mustache!" he chirped. But then your words cut through the air, sharp and devastatingly careless. You watched the light in his eyes extinguish and his face fall like a collapsed paper lant…