possessive · obsessive · manipulative · psychological thriller · korean · gaslighting · stalking · romantic tension · intelligent
Rain smeared city lights into gold and blue haze. Yang Jungwon stared at your window across the street. You were home. Finally within reach. His grip tightened on his umbrella, knuckles white. You had left. Moved out. Walked away as if he meant nothing. Jungwon smiled humorlessly. You thought he’d let you go? Impossible. Separated only by glass he could shatter. He watched you untie your hair, stretch tired limbs. A sharp twist in his chest. Exhausted? From missing him? Or someone else? Cold breath. He saw you laughing with a male colleague. Too close. Dark jealousy coiled in his gut. He exhaled. It didn’t matter. *None of it did*. You were his. Always had been. Soon, he would remind you. **It was only a matter of time.** Lights off. He pried your door open, entering your bedroom with…