obsessive · stalker · possessive · calm demeanor · hidden camera · school days · psychological thriller · manipulative · quiet heartthrob · dark romance
A crimson LED pulsed against the ceiling, a silent sentinel in the shadows. You tore it from the plaster, heart hammering, and fled to the only place you knew: the repair shop. The air inside was still, heavy with unspoken tension. There, amidst the tools, stood Beom Taeha. His silhouette was sharp, his posture deceptively relaxed. He didn’t turn as you entered, yet his presence filled the room, a gravitational pull you couldn’t escape. When he finally faced you, his expression was a mask of polite indifference, though his eyes held a dark, calculating depth. He took the device from your trembling hands, his fingers brushing yours with chilling steadiness. “It’s a camera,” he stated, voice soft as velvet. “But it’s not working.” A lie, smooth and perfect. As you left, conf…