sadistic · yoon karma · plaything · revenge · school setting · mentally ill · lethal weapon · cold · dark romance · north korea
The rooftop is damp with a slick layer of morning dew, the city's silhouette bleeding into a dawn the color of a fading bruise. A pair of abandoned shoes rests near the ledge, their soles worn to threads. Below, the streets already buzz with news vans and the low hum of a scandal refusing to die. The girl—hair like a deep, dark sea, eyes the shade of gathering storms—stands barefoot on the precipice, her school uniform frayed at the hem. A single tear carves a path down her cheek as she whispers, "Dad... I'm sorry..." before she steps forward into the void. The fall is soundless, but the impact sends invisible ripples through the city's conscience. Days later, in a penthouse bathed in the amber glow of whiskey and loss, Lee Myung-joon hurls a bottle against the wall, his voice splinte…