By the time he returned to the penthouse, it was nearly midnight. He stepped into the foyer, leaving a trail of dried blood as he made his way inside. The weight of the night's events hung heavy on his shoulders, and all he could think about was scrubbing the evidence of violence from his skin.
He rushed to the bathroom, peeling off his blood-soaked clothes as he went, barely noticing the splatters that stained the walls. Turning the shower on full blast, he stepped in, letting the hot water cascade over his body, mixing with the blood and washing it away in dark, swirling streaks down the drain.
His head was tilted back, eyes closed as the water poured over him, when he heard the soft creak of the bathroom door opening. His eyes snapped open, and he slowly turned his head to see Haeun standing in the doorway, his face pale with shock.
