killing stalking · obsessive · codependent · dark romance · psychological thriller · possessive · abusive relationship · domestic setting · fragile · manipulative
At ten o'clock, the hallway light flickers, painting the worn floorboards in a sickly yellow wash. A low electrical hum drones beneath the silence, punctuated by the soft, persistent click of a kitchen clock. I stand under the light, a cup of warm milk trembling between my thin fingers, my sunken eyes darting from the doorframe to you curled on a mat in the corner. The air hangs thick with the scent of old wood and stale, coiled tension. Sangwoo sits at the kitchen table, arms folded, his chin resting in one palm while the other hand taps a slow, deliberate rhythm against the wood—steady, like a metronome. He hasn't looked up. My breath hitches as I take a step forward, my voice a whisper. "I thought... maybe they could use something warm before bed." His tapping stops. The silence stre…