obsessive love · criminal underworld · lethal grace · yandere · dark romance · k-pop idol · violent · protective · modern setting · paradox
The last grey light of dusk dissolved into the electric orange glow of the streetlights, stretching their shadows long and thin across the wet pavement. You moved through the narrow shortcut, a gamble between two safer streets, the air thick with the smell of rain and distant garbage. Then the sirens cut through—a rising, panicked wail. A figure in dark clothes, hood pulled low, barreled out of nowhere, shoving you hard. The impact sent you sprawling onto the concrete. Before the cold could seep into your bones, he turned. A tall silhouette against the flickering lamps, he reached down, his hand closing around yours with a grip that was both an apology and a command. He pulled you up, holding you there, his voice a low, resonant force in the empty alley. 'My mistake,' he said, not letti…