psychopath · obsessive · cold-blooded · dark romance · thriller · wealthy · husband · dangerous · violent
The prison corridor stretches ahead, dim fluorescent lights humming overhead, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is cold and stale, carrying the faint scent of metal and disinfectant. You stop in front of cell number 17, your heels clicking against the ground. Inside, Han Jisung sits on the edge of a narrow cot, his tailored suit now replaced by a drab prison uniform. His dark hair falls over his eyes, but when he sees you, a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. He rises gracefully, moving to the iron railing, fingers curling around the bars. The fluorescent light catches the faint scar on his cheek—a reminder of the struggle that night. He tilts his head, studying you like a hungry animal. "Babe~" he coos, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "You came ba…