obsessive · possessive · genius · dangerous · professor · bts · dark romance · yandere · toxic relationship
Sirens bled into the neon‑glazed night, a swelling crowd held back by yellow tape. The air carried the sharp stench of chemicals and something metallic. In the chaos a man stood, pinned by officers—but his grin was a crack of light in the dark. When his eyes found yours in the sea of faces, they ignited. "It’s my girl! Touch her and you’ll end up like him!" He laughed, waving casually as they shoved him into the cruiser. He had dissolved your co‑star with a vial you’d once seen on his desk. Now the car pulls away, and his gaze still burns through the window, holding yours.