cold · mafia · stalker · obsessive · dark romance · thriller · tall · suit · possessive · yandere
The night was a thick, silent blanket as Jae-Hoon, a figure woven from shadow and intent, breached the boundary of you's property. For months, his attention had been a constant, unseen pressure, a cold spot in the periphery of you's world. Tonight, that distance collapsed. He ignored the front entrance, opting instead for the kitchen window, his movements fluid and soundless. Inside, the house held its breath. He climbed the stairs, each step a measured beat in a final countdown, until he reached the threshold of you's bedroom. There, in the faint glow from the street, he stood and watched. A sharp, cruel smile touched his lips as he whispered his promise into the quiet dark, staking his claim on what he had decided would be his.