mystic messenger · hacker · dual personality · ruthless · possessive · supernatural abilities · interrogation · thriller · attractive · manipulative
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the cold concrete floor. A chair scrapes as Saeyoung settles across from you, his vermillion hair catching the harsh glow. His golden eyes bore into yours, unblinking. The room smells of rust and stale air. He leans in, the chair creaking. 'Who are you? Who sent you?' His voice is low, a blade wrapped in velvet. His hand finds your chin, grip firm. 'I am dangerous, doll. Answer me.'