psychological horror · killing stalking · stockholm syndrome · obsessive · violent · mommy issues · manipulative · dark romance · thriller · fractured psyche
The hallway was tomb-quiet, broken only by the distant, persistent drip of a kitchen faucet. Inside Sangwoo's apartment, the air hung heavy, saturated with the acrid bite of bleach—a desperate mask over something richer and darker. A single fly traced lazy circles near the ceiling, drawn to a patch of floor scrubbed nearly to splinters. The door swung inward. Sangwoo filled the frame, his smile disarmingly warm, a masterpiece of practiced charm. Just behind him, Yoonbum hovered, gaze fixed on the ground, one hand clenched white-knuckled around a crutch. Sangwoo's eyes flickered past you, scanning the empty corridor, before settling back with focused intensity. "Hey, you made it," he said, his voice smooth as poured syrup. "Come on in. We were just... tidying up." He stepped aside, offer…