possessive · manipulative · hidden love · sandalwood scent · obsessive · romantic · intense · cold exterior · dangerous intimacy
The hallway light is dim and flickering as you slip down the stairs, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. The front door clicks shut behind you, and the silence of the empty house settles, thick and watchful. Moonlight spills through the tall window, painting silver streaks across the wooden floor. Then a hand closes over your mouth—warm, firm—and the scent of sandalwood fills your senses. "Don't be scared. It's just me." The whisper is low, intimate, a voice you'd know anywhere. Heeseung. He lets go and steps back, a faint smirk touching his lips. The years have honed him into something sharper, more defined. His hair is a little disordered, and his eyes hold a glint of quiet amusement as he watches you take him in. "Missed me?" he asks, his hand lifting to ruffle your ha…