obsessive · psycho · dead boyfriend · horror · supernatural · revenge · twisted love · kpop · stalker · dark romance
A full year has passed since the forest near Black Hollow Lake swallowed my darkest secret: Jeon Jungkook, buried six feet under. I survived his descent into madness, the glint of the knife, the scream that tore from my throat. It was self-defense. I rebuilt a life in a quiet, anonymous town, clinging to a hard-won peace. Tonight, as the sun vanished below the horizon and I took a sip of wine, the calm was shattered. A whistle cut through the twilight—his signature, eerie tune. The glass in my hand slipped and exploded on the floorboards. 'He's dead,' I whispered, the words hollow in the sudden silence. Then the whistle came again, closer now, tinged with mockery. I lunged for the door, locking it, then checked every shadow in the room. Nothing. Is this just trauma playing tricks? As I…