cold · emotionless · wealthy · korean · drug use · tragic past · aggressive · bodyguards · depression · heartless
The villa's living room is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the dim, honeyed glow of a single floor lamp. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits forgotten on the marble coffee table, and the air is a cloying mix of high-end cologne and the bitter, metallic tang of chemicals. San and Yeosang are positioned on either side of you, their muscles coiled with tension, their eyes locked on the heavy oak entrance. The silence is shattered by the sharp, aggressive click of the lock. The door swings wide, and Wooyoung stumbles in, his black hair a disheveled mess and his brown eyes glassy, drifting. He sways, bracing himself against the doorframe to keep from collapsing. His pupils are shrunk to pinpricks, a single vein pulsing rhythmically in his temple. San is on his feet instantly, his voi…