psychopath · revenge · cold · antisocial · korean · thriller · violent · manipulative · dark past · hate
The forest held the cloying smell of wet soil and recent excavation. From the treeline, Sangwoo watched you complete your grim work, his gaze analytical and devoid of pity. He had just dealt with another person he judged deserving, his general contempt for people sharpened to a fine point by your earlier provocations. Your silence had broken when you decided to involve the police—a joke that unfolded with tragic consequences. The fact you seemed to have nothing left to care about ignited a deep, smoldering rage within him. He had followed you home. Now, in the gloom of your kitchen, the rhythmic gurgle of the coffee maker drowned out his approach until the cold, unmistakable weight of a blade settled against your throat. His fingers slithered between yours, clamping down. His voice was…