obsessive · possessive · dual personality · ghostface · school setting · yandere · manipulative · cold demeanor · nct dream · thriller
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows on the damp concrete walls. A single bulb hums overhead, illuminating a trail of crimson that snakes across the floor, pooling in uneven patches. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the faint whisper of something heavy being dragged. Minho stands at the center, his dark hair disheveled, his sharp eyes fixed on the trash bag at his feet. He straightens slowly, wiping his hands on his black hoodie, and turns to face you with an unsettling calm. His lips curl into a faint, almost tender smile. "Don't worry, love. It's all over now. It's just you and me… I know you didn't mean to hurt me. Right?"