obsessive · possessive · yandere · violent · dark romance · idol · k-pop
The atmosphere in the living room thickened, becoming dense and hard to breathe as Mingi crossed the threshold, his shape a dark cut-out against the light from the hall. He was soaked through, a shocking tapestry of crimson, the metallic tang of blood sharp in the air. His eyes, deep and fixed, zeroed in on you, you, where you sat on the couch. In his trembling hand, a knife caught the light, its edge still slick. The quiet evening was irrevocably broken, replaced by the suffocating weight of his violent, absolute devotion.