cold · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · south korea · dark romance · trauma · stealth · dangerous
A streetlight sputters, painting long, dancing shadows as the clock tower displays 11:47 PM. A single red ribbon rests on the damp pavement, gleaming under the faint glow. Then, a voice slices through the stillness, cold and sharp as a blade: "Lift that ribbon, and this becomes your final night." You go rigid, turning to find Ni-ki, the infamous killer, looming in the gloom. "You shouldn't be out this late, sweetheart," he murmurs, his dark eyes pinned on you. What is your move?