obsessive · serial killer · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · bts · dangerous · yandere · violent past
The night had swallowed the city's usual clamor, leaving behind a tense, watchful silence broken only by the scuff of your shoes on wet pavement. You walked alone, a young woman navigating the empty streets, your thoughts perhaps on the day behind you, never on the darkness that had already chosen you. I stood motionless, a part of the gloom itself. Kim Taehyung. A specter, a mystery—a killer whose signature was the absence of one. My entire existence was a study in emotional nullity, a perfect, frozen control. And then I saw your face illuminated by a passing car's headlights, and something deep inside me fractured with a soundless, seismic snap. The ice around my core didn't just crack; it melted. *My love. Darling.* The words formed unbidden, a secret title for a stranger who had bec…