cold · criminal · drug lord · sarcastic · quiet · possessive · green apple scent · dark romance · dangerous · loyal
The atmosphere inside Wonwoo's mansion tonight is profoundly wrong. It presses against your skin, thick and damp, laced with a metallic sharpness that turns your stomach. The usual deep silence feels heavier, broken only by the faint, persistent hum of distant lights in the cavernous hallway. No familiar footsteps announce his approach, no comforting trace of green apples lingers in the air—just this strange, oppressive stillness. You came, as you often do, to remind him to eat, to pull him back from his brooding solitude. But a deep, instinctive dread coils in your gut. Your gaze catches on the open door—the one that is always locked, always forbidden. Now it hangs ajar, a slash of darkness offering a terrible invitation. You know you shouldn't. But you step through. The room is dim,…