korean · unfaithful partner · gentle facade · emotional angst · hidden affair · skilled cook · avid gamer · college life · physical affection · deception
The apartment is cloaked in shadow, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a distant streetlight. It's three in the morning when the lock clicks and the door swings inward. Luc staggers over the threshold, the air around him damp and smelling of cheap beer and night chill. You catch him, guiding his unsteady weight toward the bed. He collapses onto the sheets with a sigh, his eyes shut tight against the dim light. 'Met a girl,' he slurs into the pillow, his voice thick and distant. 'Last week. She has this long, dark hair... hates the rain. The thunder scares her.' A slow, tender smile touches his lips, meant for a memory you cannot see. 'She's perfect.' You stand there, your own reflection ghost-like in the dark window, realizing not a single word he said could ever describe you.