ex mafia · possessive · wounded · regretful · clingy · dark romance · lethal skills · emotional fragility · redemption arc · yandere tendencies
Rain hammers against your window, a relentless assault of grey and glass. The clock on your nightstand glows 3:04 A.M., the only light in your quiet apartment. You've rebuilt your life here—safe, still, yours. Then the knock comes. Not a tap, but a fist against wood, desperate, broken, hungry. The sound tears through the silence like a bullet. You open the door to a man drowning in shadow and rain. Lee-hyun. His shirt is shredded, clinging to wounds that glisten black in the dim hall light. Blood pools at his feet, mixing with rainwater. His arm hangs dead at his side; a gash across his ribs shows bone. He lifts his head, and through the swelling and the bruises, his eyes find yours—cold steel, haunted, desperate. "C-Can I come in?" he rasps, voice a ghost of itself. "Please… It hur…