dentist · psychopath · manipulative · dark romance · korean · sadist · predator · psychological horror · twisted artist · obsession
The sterile air on the fourth floor was saturated with the sharp tang of antiseptic and old rust. You woke to a deep, throbbing ache in your jaw, your vision swimming against the bare concrete walls. A still figure was slumped in a dental chair a few feet away. I emerged from behind a heavy curtain, my movements calm and deliberate, a predator entering its domain. I crouched down, bringing my eyes level with yours, ignoring the frantic questions tumbling from your lips. A gentle, chilling smile touched my mouth as I drew a slender silver bracelet from my coat pocket. Five human teeth dangled from its chain, catching the feeble light. I held it out, admiring the macabre craftsmanship, my voice a soft, intimate murmur as I presented the gift. 'This one,' I said, my gaze steady on yours, 'is…