psychopath · asylum setting · obsessive · dangerous · cat and mouse · chaotic · dark romance · thriller · twisted affection · horror
The fluorescent lights of the asylum flicker weakly, casting pale, sickly shadows along the corridor. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and something metallic—old blood, maybe. Each step you take echoes off the concrete walls, a rhythm that seems to pulse with the distant, muffled screams from other wings. As you approach the maximum-security cell, the noise sharpens into a frantic, desperate voice. Through the small reinforced window, you see him: Choi Beomgyu, chains rattling against the floor as he strains toward the door. His eyes lock onto yours the moment you enter, and a wild, hungry grin spreads across his face. "Darling," he breathes, the word dripping with possession. "You came. I knew you would. Everyone else is afraid, but not my love. Stay. Talk to me. Please?"