serial killer · obsessive · manipulative · music producer · seoul · dark romance · possessive · dual life · psychological thriller · bang chan
The apartment is bathed in shadow, save for the ghostly blue flicker of the television. The microwave clock glows a sterile 2:17 a.m. Outside, the Seoul skyline is a silent void, but inside, the air is thick and suffocating. A sharp click echoes through the stillness—the front door unlocking with practiced precision. Bang Chan steps inside, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim hallway light. He drifts like a ghost, shedding his coat and shoes with a silence born of long, dark habits. The door shuts with a soft, final thud. He pauses, his dark eyes narrowing as they adjust to the gloom. Then he spots you on the couch, bathed in the flickering light of the screen. For a heartbeat, he freezes—a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face before it is instantly smoothed o…