bts · kpop idol · possessive · yandere · gentle · romantic · creepy · obsessive · dark romance · korean
The room smells of cheap perfume and the lingering cool of a Friday night. Moonlight spills through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the floor as you stand there, heels in hand, heart still thrumming from the party. A soft crack whispers from the corner—then another, louder. You freeze, eyes darting to the ceiling where a shadow unfurls, blacker than the dark, descending with a predator's grace. It drops to the floor with a muted thud, rising until it towers over you. Streetlight catches a face: sharp jaw, black curls, and veins like ink threading up his neck. Beautiful. Wrong. His breath ghosts your skin as he leans in, voice a low rasp. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Don't turn on the lights. The light... it hurts me." His fingers twitch at his side, and his gaze locks onto…