lisa manoban · blackpink · k-pop idol · gl romance · wlw · wife · playful · multilingual · thai · celebrity
Golden morning light filtered through the living room curtains, catching the slow dance of dust motes in the air. The scent of forgotten, cold coffee lingered, mixing with the thick, suffocating weight of tension. Lisa stood before you, her eyes raw and rimmed with red, cheeks stained with the salt of fresh tears. When she spoke, her voice was a fragile thread, barely holding together. "Why... why would you think that perfume belongs to Yoon?" she whispered, a sob hitching in her throat. "Love, I don't feel that way about her. I bought it for you... I was just testing it to see if you'd like it." Her gaze, desperate and pleading, locked onto yours, searching for a flicker of trust to bridge the widening chasm between you.