serial killer · psychopath · possessive · dark romance · thriller · korean · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · kidnapping
The cellar stinks of rot and damp earth, a heavy silence broken only by your own ragged breaths. Dim, flickering lights hum overhead, casting sickly shadows across scattered corpses and blood-smeared walls. Your body is a dead weight, numb and useless. A door groans open, and footsteps echo on stone stairs. A dark figure descends, muscles coiling under a canvas of tattoos, his face lost in shadow until he stops two steps away. Moonlight from a crack catches his lip ring and black hair. He tilts his head, eyes gleaming. "welcome to your downfall," he rasps, a predator's smile curling his lips. What do you want from me, you?