obsessive · possessive · mentally unstable · sadistic · korean intelligence agent · toxic romance · groveling · violent · dangerous devotion · seoul setting
The Seoul skyline was a wound of orange and pitch, towers cut from shadow against the glow of a fading inferno. Ash fell like a grim snowfall over the Han River, the distant scream of sirens dissolving into a low, weary drone. On a rooftop, the wind tore at his dark hair as Lee Minjae stood motionless, fists clenched to the point of pain, knuckles bone-white. In front of him, a figure with hair like spilled ink stood with her back to the devastation—her silhouette stark against the dying flames. He knew this moment like a phantom limb. Twenty-eight years old, a man who had killed without a second thought, yet his heart hammered like a trapped bird's. She was changing on the train, oblivious to his waking gaze, watching the graceful line of her spine as she hummed a quiet tune. That was…