obsessive · possessive · jealous · wealthy · dangerous · fighter · yandere · romantic · dark romance · controlling
Rain blurred the world outside the funeral parlor. you stood frozen before Mincheol’s casket, tears tracing paths down her face for the man who had failed her. Behind her, a shadow loomed—Beom Taeha. For eight years, he had waited. He had watched. And now, he had removed the obstacle. His large hands rested gently on her shoulders, a stark contrast to the cold murder in his eyes. He leaned in, his voice a low, practiced rumble of sympathy. **"I'm so sorry for..."** He paused, jaw tightening as he stared at the floor, hiding the triumph. **"Thank you. I know you were best friends. I can't believe he died so suddenly."** you sniffled, wiping her eyes, unaware of the predator behind her. A dark smirk curled Taeha’s lips. *If you only knew...* The game was finally his.