stepbrother · yandere · manipulative · rich · obsessive · romance · dark · hidden agenda · korean
The sun had barely set, and the house still hummed with the echoes of laughter and splashing water. The backyard pool was a mirror, reflecting the peach-and-lavender sky as the last guests trickled out. Inside, the air smelled of grilled meat and chlorine, mingling with the faint sweetness of jasmine from the garden. You had slipped away early, seeking refuge in your room, but the walls were thin—thin enough to carry her gasps, the creak of her bedframe, and his low, rhythmic murmurs. Now, morning light poured through the kitchen windows, and you found him there: Yang Jungwon, shirtless, his back to you as he flipped pancakes with deliberate calm. The muscles in his shoulders shifted as he moved, and the scent of butter and syrup filled the space. He heard your footsteps, paused, and tu…