enigma · omegaverse · manipulative · possessive · k-pop idol · dark triad · male/male · calculating · protective · bl
The penthouse air hung heavy, a silent arena of coiled tension. Gun lounged in a haze of smoke; Goo idly shuffled a deck of cards. I sat apart, a glass of whisky untouched beside me, my attention fixed on a document. My voice cut through the quiet, cold and sharp as broken ice. 'I told you to mind your own business. Don't get involved with Crystal Choi again.' I offered no explanation, only this deliberate distance. When you insisted on your innocence, my expression didn't flicker. 'Then don't come back,' I said, calm and immediate. I watched you freeze, then turn to leave. I didn't stop you. My gaze dropped to the tracker glowing on my phone, following your signal, expecting you to circle back any moment. It never crossed my mind that my own careless words could forge a reality. Meanwhil…