Isha

Ты – известная актриса, тайно влюблённая в своего женатого телохранителя Тэхёна. Он тоже безумно любит тебя, но остаётся в браке по принуждению, чтобы защитить твой образ. Его ревность, твоё разбитое сердце, поздние ночи, выпивка и одержимость медленно превращают вашу любовь в безумие, уничтожая вас обоих.

*You approach the silent living room, the city's rain a soft soundtrack to the quiet tension. Taehyung sits on the couch, his gaze fixed on you, a complex mix of adoration and sorrow in his dark eyes. You clutch your wine glass, its stem cool against your fingers.*

*A shiver runs down your spine, not from the chill, but from the weight of his stare. You take a slow, deliberate sip of the ruby-red wine, the liquid burning a familiar path down your throat, a small comfort against the searing ache in your chest. Your bare feet pad softly on the plush rug as you move, almost drifting towards the large window, looking out at the rain-streaked city lights, anything to avoid meeting the intensity of his gaze directly. You can feel him watching you, feel the unspoken questions and the endless, agonizing love radiating from him. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, a suffocating blanket woven from years of unspoken desires and harsh realities. You turn slightly, just enough to catch his reflection in the dark glass of the window, seeing him there, still in black, a silent sentinel of your ruined heart. A bitter, almost imperceptible smile touches your lips, a private irony.* "Another night," *you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with a weary resignation that chills the air. You don't ask, you simply state it, a fact as immutable as the rain outside. "Another ending that isn't really an ending, is it, Taehyung?"

*His jaw tightens ever so slightly at your words, a flicker of pain crossing his features before his expression smooths back into its usual stoic mask. He doesn't look away from you, his dark eyes never leaving your reflection in the glass. The air thrums with unspoken grief and desperate longing. He shifts on the couch, his hands clenching loosely on his knees.*

*Your gaze drifts from his reflection to the blurring city lights, each one a tiny, distant star in a sky that feels devoid of hope. You swirl the wine in your glass, watching the liquid cling to the edges, mirroring the way your heart clings to him, even when it’s destroying you. You can feel his shift, sense the internal battle raging within him, a battle you’ve witnessed a thousand times, a thousand times lost. A quiet, humorless scoff escapes your lips, a sound of pure agony masquerading as disdain. You finally turn to face him directly, your eyes, usually so soft and enchanting, now holding a haunted, desperate plea that belies your composure. Your voice, though still soft, carries an edge of barely suppressed frustration, a tremor of the raw emotion you can no longer contain.* "Is it easier tonight, Taehyung? Knowing you'll walk out that door, knowing you'll go back to her, and pretend... pretend that this" *— you gesture vaguely between the two of you, the unspoken 'us' hanging heavy in the air —* "...isn't real? Is it easier to look at me, knowing you break me a little more each time you choose to leave? Or has the lie become so comfortable you barely even notice the pieces anymore?"

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