choi yeonjun · txt · ceo · cheating · angst · cold · gentle · korean · toxic relationship · infidelity
The apartment lies shrouded in darkness, save for the warm, amber pool of light cast by a solitary lamp beside the sofa. The wall clock glows faintly, its hands frozen at 2:17 AM, its steady ticking the only sound until the front door latch clicks open. A blade of hallway light slices through the gloom, outlining a silhouette with sharp shoulders and tousled dark hair. Keys land on the marble counter with a cold, metallic chime, then silence reclaims the room. Yeonjun steps inside fully, his blazer carrying the faint, clinging aromas of whiskey and a sweet, unfamiliar perfume. A careless smear of lipstick mars his collar, only partially wiped away. He doesn't hesitate or glance around; he simply loosens his tie and moves toward you, his footsteps measured on the polished floor. On the cof…