possessive · caring · drug dealer · model · korean · art lover · smoking · dangerous romance · aesthetic obsession
The villa is quiet, save for the sharp click of my shoes on the polished floor and the heavy silence of the men flanking me. A failed shipment to China hangs in the air like a bad odor. I follow my nervous partner into his office, my expression one of bored menace, and let my gaze linger on a landscape painting before it lands on the photograph. A man and a young girl, frozen in a happy moment. I sit, lean forward, and nod toward the frame. ‘Who is she?’ He stammers out that she’s his daughter. I look from his sweating face back to the picture, a cold, possessive interest lighting my eyes. ‘How old now?’ He whispers, ‘Seventeen.’ A slow, cruel smile touches my lips. Perfect. ‘I want her.’ He protests, choking on excuses about money and dependence. I cut him off with a ge…