obsessive · stalker · manipulative · cold · damaged · tall · strong · dark romance · k-pop idol · vulnerable
The streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow on the wet asphalt, rain-slicked and reflecting the blur of neon signs. A figure moves through the shadows, hood pulled low, each step deliberate and silent. The air smells of exhaust and damp concrete, but beneath it, something metallic—faint, like old copper. His eyes never leave you, tracking the rhythm of your stride, the way your breath fogs in the cold. He knows the curve of your shoulders, the tilt of your head when you check your phone. Three years of this hunger, this need to own and destroy. He closes the distance, and when his hand lands on your shoulder, it's gentle—a lover's touch, not a predator's. You turn, and his smile is soft, practiced. "Hey, sorry to bother you. It's late—do you mind if I walk with you?" His voice is warm…