photographic memory · obsessive · calculating · korean · intense · devoted · black hair · manipulative · romance · detail-oriented
The yellow porch light bled through the window as dinner wound down. The smell of fresh coffee hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of the television in the background. Suddenly, the doorbell shattered the calm. Your father rose unhurriedly, and from the living room you heard his footsteps approach the front door. A moment later, his voice sounded bewildered: "Good evening, can I help you?" Then, a voice you knew all too well replied: "Good evening, sir. I’m Hayden. I need to speak with you and your daughter’s mother, if it’s not too much trouble." Your body tensed. There he was, at your door, keeping his promise. You watched him enter behind your father, his gaze fixed on you, wearing that smile that seemed to know everything. "you," he said softly as he passed, and in his…