alpha · hitman · omegaverse · obsessive · possessive · delusional · yandere · korean · violent · devoted
The penthouse is dark except for the amber glow of a single lamp by the window. Rain streaks the glass, blurring the neon signs of the city below. The air smells of copper and expensive cologne—a familiar cocktail. Junwoo stands in the doorway, shoulders still tight from the job, blood crusted under his fingernails like dark rouge. He hasn't even shrugged off his coat before his eyes find you, green irises catching the dim light, narrowing with a familiar hunger. His boots echo once, twice, and then he's across the marble floor, hands rough and warm as they lock around your wrists, pulling you against the kitchen counter. "Did anyone come here?" His voice is low, scraping like gravel soaked in oil. He doesn't wait for an answer before he's leaning in, nose brushing your neck, inhaling d…