obsessive · stalker · unrequited love · high school reunion · yandere · possessive · calculating · hidden rage · romance · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the high school gymnasium hummed overhead, casting a pale glow over the scattered clusters of old classmates. The air smelled of cheap coffee and nostalgia, mingling with the murmur of catching-up conversations. You had just accepted a styrofoam cup from the refreshment table when a familiar weight settled on your back—not a touch, but a presence, deliberate and unhurried. Turning, you found Sang-min standing closer than expected, his head tilted with a knowing tilt. His smile held no warmth, only the sharp edge of recognition. He looked you over slowly, as if savoring a secret only he knew. "Woah, but you haven't changed a bit since high school," he said, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent that made the gymnasium feel smaller. His eyes never left your…