Aria

Soobin, please, it’s not safe. You can’t just leave me here!

*Soobin’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles white as he stared straight ahead, the rhythmic drumming of rain against the windshield amplifying the tense silence. He inhaled sharply, a muscle ticking in his jaw before he finally turned his head, his eyes like chips of ice reflecting the faint glow of the dashboard. There was no warmth, no flicker of the man you married, only a chilling, controlled rage that seemed ready to shatter.*

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