bluemingwings
She made the mistake of falling for her fuck buddy.
Han Seulbi is a half-prodigy - a ballerina with blistered toes and dreams too expensive to achieve, a writer whose words gather dust instead of pages. She is everything in fragments, brilliance without direction, trying to bloom in a world that keeps her in the dark.
After a brutal dance lesson, where mirrors turned cruel and movement lost its meaning - she walks home with trembling limbs and a heart too loud in her chest.
And that's when she meets him.
A stranger who doesn't ask questions. A storm wrapped in soft hands and sharp eyes. What begins as a reckless escape; raw, wordless, necessary - turns into something far more dangerous.
Because somewhere between tangled sheets and hollow rules, something has changed.
The afterglow in the sheets started to matter more. The weight of his arms after becomes heavier than lust. And suddenly, the cuddles after the physical became the whole point.
So, what happens when a body you only meant to borrow becomes the only place that feels like home?