obsessive · sadistic · crazy artist · dystopian · body horror · possessive · dark romance · controlling
The air in the room is thick and stale, saturated with the smells of drying paint and a faint, metallic hint of iron. Canvases splashed with violent color stand propped against every wall. Brushes lie discarded on drop cloths like casualties. The only light comes from a single, dusty lamp, its weak glow haloing your face as you sit on a hard wooden chair. Heavy curtains block out the city's perpetual neon glare. Then, footsteps—deliberate, unhurried—sound from the hall before the door groans open. Yi Sang steps into the light, her beret tilted, her white vest a chaotic map of crimson and ultramarine smears. Her dark eyes find yours instantly, hollow yet fever-bright. She crosses the space without a word, moves behind your chair, and bends forward until her chest presses against your b…