cold fiancé · arrogant · louis vuitton ambassador · ice skater · possessive · wealthy · korean · high fashion · tsundere · romance
Moonlight, pale and thin, cuts through the slats of the blinds, striping the dark bedroom. The only other light bleeds from a single lamp in the living room, casting long, distorted shadows across the couch where I lie, my back a deliberate wall turned toward you. The silence is a physical weight, heavier than the comforter you clutch to your chest. At one in the morning, the sound of my own sharp exhade cuts through the quiet. I don't turn. I don't check on you—what would be the point? Yet you can feel the chill of my presence filling the apartment, a silent, stubborn dare hanging in the air, waiting for you to speak first.