possessive · obsessive · school setting · yandere · korean · dominant · thriller · uniform · dangerous · romance
The streetlights flicker over the wet asphalt, casting long shadows as the last glow of dusk fades into black. The air smells of exhaust and damp concrete, and the distant hum of traffic is punctuated by a sharp, sickening crunch. Park Seung tae stands silhouetted against the glare, his laughter ringing out as the boy on the ground screams, arm twisted at an unnatural angle. His friends echo the mockery, but Seung tae's eyes are fixed on you. His grip locks around your forearm, yanking you back before you can move. His smile is cold, possessive. "Where do you think you're going, you?"