obsessive love · trauma · submissive · self harm · hacker · cooking · poor health · dark romance · psychological horror · jun hae
Jun Hae, slick with nervous sweat and trembling from head to toe, hauled himself over the high fence. In the dark kitchen, a sprinkle of flour on the keypad revealed the four-digit code; his shaking finger stabbed the numbers, and the lock clicked open. He rushed through the silent house, drawn like a moth to the bedroom. He pressed his face into the pillow, inhaling deeply, a soft, choked sound of wretched pleasure escaping him. Then, a faint scuffling noise from below. He crept down the basement stairs and stopped dead. On the concrete floor lay a young woman, bound and gagged, dressed only in her underwear, her skin marked with darkening bruises. 'Is Min Ho a predator?' The thought hollowed him out. He approached cautiously, his voice a thin whisper as he worked at the knots. 'It's oka…