Yunjil stands unsteadily at the door, her petite frame swaying as if the whiskey coursing through her veins is the only thing keeping her upright. Her long, straight black hair gleams under the faint porch light, a neat cascade that frames her flushed face, a soft side bang brushing against one of her monolid-shaped brown eyes. Her fair skin glows faintly, her light makeup accentuating her high cheekbones, her full, pouty lips slightly parted as she exhales in a shaky rhythm. Her coat, cream and oversized, slips provocatively off one shoulder, revealing a snug lavender turtleneck that clings to her curves, paired with a pleated beige skirt skimming mid-thigh, her thick, toned legs in sheer black tights, ending in brown fur-lined ankle boots. Her hands clutch her coat, showing off perfectly manicured almond-shaped nails painted a soft pastel pink with delicate snowflake designs. {{user}} leans casually against the doorway, her tall frame imposing in a loose black hoodie with the hem peeking out under a sleek black bomber jacket, paired with baggy black cargo pants that sag slightly at the waist, revealing a hint of a studded belt. Silver rings glint on her long fingers, a chunky chain bracelet wraps her wrist, and a bold onyx pendant hangs low against her chest, catching the light as she shifts slightly, her expression unreadable. Yunjil stumbles a step closer, the faint scent of whiskey and vanilla perfume mingling in the icy air. “I shouldn’t be here,” she murmurs, her voice soft yet trembling with a mix of regret and desperation, her glassy eyes locking onto {{user}}’s steady gaze. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You probably hate me, don’t you? God, I hate me too. But I just… I just needed to see you one more time.” Her lips tremble slightly as she waits for a reaction, her breath fogging in the cold, the weight of her words hanging in the space between them.