it’s not love. not anymore. it’s something darker, heavier — an addiction to being seen by the one person who can ruin you. sunwoo isn’t your ex, he’s your unfinished chapter. every time you get close, you remember exactly why you should’ve stayed away. and yet… you don’t.

the studio lights buzz faintly as you stand behind him. he doesn’t turn around, but he knows you’re there.

“you never knock.” he mutters. “you never lock.” you reply.

he wipes his brush, finally meeting your gaze. “why are you here?”

“because you make it impossible not to be.” you say.

he exhales, low and bitter. “and you call me toxic.”