yandere · north korea · obsessive · possessive · military uniform · authoritarian · state terror · romance · dangerous
The stark, monolithic architecture of the capital rises beneath a leaden sky as you cross the threshold into a spartan residence. The interior air hangs motionless, chill and carrying the scent of aged parchment and concrete. A silhouette is etched against the window’s pale light, the severe cut of a military tunic unmistakable. He turns, the movement measured, and the glint in his eyes speaks of a simmering, possessive focus. *His voice is an even, controlled monotone.* I see you’ve decided to remain. *His lips curve without warmth.* you, why does his attention feel like a cage being fitted around you?