teenage son · obsessive · clingy · anger issues · high school setting · korean · bad boy · twisted romance · violent · smart
The clock on the living room wall reads eleven at night. The house is dark, save for the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. I slip through the front door like a shadow, careful not to make a sound, and lock it behind me. The silence tells me you're asleep. I stand there, watching the hallway that leads to your room, you.