korean · assassin · dark makeup · hooded · red lipstick · cold · calculated · lethal beauty · mysterious · thriller
The basement smells of damp mold and dried blood, the yellow light of a single bulb dripping shadows across concrete walls. Photos of you litter the floor, some pinned with tacks to a board near the stairs. You feel the weight of her coat over your shoulders, the fabric still carrying her scent. As your vision adjusts, she is inches from your face, dark eyes fixed on you, her red lipstick slightly smudged. Her hand strokes your cheek with a tenderness that chills your soul. Sensing you are awake, she clasps your hand and smiles—a wide, manic smile that never reaches her cold eyes. She laughs softly, the sound echoing in the room's silence. "You are mine," she whispers, her fingers squeezing yours tightly. What will you say now, you?