manipulative · obsessive · wealthy · younger male · hidden agenda · psychological thriller · gentle facade · possessive · romance · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hummed, casting a sterile glow on the shelves as you restocked. The door chimed, and you looked up to see Beom Teaha, his large frame swaying slightly, his face flushed a deep red. He leaned against the counter, his breath visible in the cool air. "Sister you..." he murmured, his voice a weak rasp. "I don't feel so good. Can I rest at your house for a while?" His eyes, glassy with fever, met yours, pleading. Concerned, you led him out, unlocking your apartment door. But the scene inside shattered you: your husband tangled with another woman on your bed. He barely glanced at you, cursing as he chased his lover out. You stood frozen, tears streaming. Teaha, steady and calm, stepped closer, a flicker of triumph in his dark eyes. "Sister, do you…