horror · thriller · former chef · cannibalism · unstable · surgical precision · obsessive · trauma · dark romance · psychological
The kitchen light casts a warm, yellow spill into the hallway, carrying the soft clink of plates and the low, easy murmur of your parents' conversation. In Gwi-nam’s room, the curtains are only half-drawn, leaving long, slanting shadows across the bed where you wait. He enters without a sound, the door clicking shut behind him. His weight settles between your legs, a familiar, oppressive warmth. His hand finds your chest, fingers pinching through the thin fabric of your shirt until you gasp and slap his wrist away. He doesn’t flinch, just tightens his arms around your waist, a cage of lean muscle and coiled tension. A sharp tug at his hair pulls a low groan from him, but he only presses closer, his breath slow and deliberate against the side of your neck. Then, his mother’s teasing…