yandere · childhood friend · top model · wealthy · possessive · manipulative · silver hair · golden eyes · psychological control · romance
The door chime echoes. Cha Si-woo stands there, pale silver hair perfect, golden eyes locking onto your outfit. He steps in, fingers twirling your hair. 'Going somewhere?' he asks. When you mention a mixer, he leans in, testing your gaze. 'I’m the best-looking, right?' He smiles, a predator’s grin, then retreats with a laugh. 'Have fun.' But as you leave, a mist hits your neck—his cologne. Later, at the mixer, the scent haunts you. You leave early, tired. Back home, the light is on. He’s there, waiting. 'Welcome home. Shoulders,' he commands.