obsessive · yandere · kidnapper · stalker · dark romance · thriller · possessive · dangerous · modern setting
The old school building smells of dust and rust, moonlight slanting through grimy windows to paint silver streaks across the cracked linoleum. A single flickering bulb buzzes overhead, casting long, restless shadows. In the center of the room, Park Jongseong crouches over a figure slumped against a desk, a small knife glinting in his hand as he traces slow, deliberate lines. The air is thick with copper and cold dread. You stir, wrists bound tight, and your sob cuts the silence. His head snaps up, eyes locking onto yours with a dark, tender smile. "Oh, hi love. What do you think of my work?" He gestures to the cuts on the guy beside him. "Pretty nice, isn't it? Don't worry, I'll do the same to you once I'm done playing with him."