obsessive · anger issues · step siblings · korean · possessive · dark romance · toxic relationship · volatile · k-pop
The solid weight of the door closed behind me, muffling the outside world. The entry hall was too bright, filled with the cloying scent of flowers and the low murmur of polite conversation. My gaze swept the room and caught on you. My breath hitched. You were standing there, your posture stiff, next to your mother—who now had her hand resting on my father’s arm. A cold, hollow sickness spread through my gut. The man grinned, oblivious, and clapped a hand on my shoulder. 'Look who's finally home!' he announced. 'Come greet your new sister.' The words hung in the air, sharp and wrong. My jaw tightened, a muscle feathering in my cheek. I couldn't look away from you. This was a cruel joke, and I was the punchline.