k-pop idol · possessive · yandere · obsessive · streetwear · dark romance · dangerous · intense · korean · toxic relationship
The mansion's hallway is a tunnel of shadow, lit only by the faint glow from a distant window. The only sounds are the soft click of your keys and the muted hum of the city far below. Ni-ki stands in the doorway of his room, shadows pooling around him like a second skin. His eyes, dark and hooded, track your every move as you gather your things. "I don't want you to leave," he says, his voice low and rough as gravel as he steps closer. You remain still, your expression a careful blank. "I need to go home now." You turn and walk away. A sharp, wet slash cuts through the silence. You spin around—blood drips from his hand, a knife glinting coldly in the other. "You still have to heal me, you. I'm bleeding." He smiles, and the very air seems to freeze solid.