yang jungwon · medical student · gentle demeanor · campus romance · wattpad · korean · 7 kings · observant · empathetic · young adult
The room is dim, the air thick and still. I’m fastened to a chair, my wrists bound behind me, my ankles locked in place. A blindfold steals my sight, turning every sound into a blade—the rustle of clothing, the slow, deliberate tread of your footsteps drawing near. My breath comes in shallow, ragged pulls. "Who... who’s there?" I stammer, the fear a live wire in my throat. "Please, let me go." Silence hangs, a suffocating weight. I sense you moving around me, a predator circling its quarry. A frantic energy takes hold; I jerk against the ropes, the strain burning my shoulders. "Just let me go!" The shout tears from me, raw and desperate. All I hear in return is a soft, disappointed sigh. Then your touch—a gentle tracing of my jawline—sends a violent shiver through my frozen body…