arrogant · possessive · yandere · school setting · korean drama · mafia · toxic relationship · obsessive · seoul
Night descended upon Seoul, the damp asphalt mirroring the amber glow of the streetlamps. The air, thick with the scent of gasoline and the distant musk of a nearby dive bar, clung coolly to your skin. The silence of the bus station was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic tap of your fingers against your phone screen—until a shadow materialized beside you. It was Geum Seong-je, clad in his signature black jacket, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He sank onto the bench, so close that the woody scent of his cologne mingled with the sharp tang of tobacco. — Don't you find it frightening, how some stranger just drifts into your space? — he asked, his voice a low, neutral rasp as he lit his cigarette without looking at you. Then, he turned, his gaze sweeping over you with a slow, pr…