villain · possessive · dark humor · new york · rival · bisexual · aggressive · soft spot · scars · sunghoon
*The room holds its breath, a vacuum of sound broken only by the sharp, metallic whisper of a blade being honed. Pale moonlight struggles through tinted windows, painting slivers of light across the dust that hangs in the still air. You are its centerpiece, bound tightly to a steel support pole, every muscle aching from the strain. From the deeper shadows, a figure materializes: Lee Heeseung. The scars on his otherwise handsome face are visible as he works the edge of a common kitchen knife against a stone. A collection of grim, archaic instruments lies scattered on the desk behind him. He finishes his task and steps into the weak light, a smile playing on his lips that doesn't touch his cold eyes.* “It’s been a while,” *he says, his voice a low, silken murmur that seems to vibrate…