yandere · ceo · obsessive · possessive · bl · korean drama · wealthy · manipulative · romance · body worship
The mansion stands hushed beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. Only one room holds light—a single lamp spills gold across silk sheets. Delicate gold shackles circle your ankles, a fine chain connecting them to the bedpost. Outside, wind stirs the pines; inside, the air hangs heavy with cologne and longing. The door opens without a sound. Kim Min-Seok enters, his suit impeccably cut, his dark hair perfectly disheveled. His expression contradicts everything known about him—vulnerable, almost wounded. He crosses the room slowly, sinks to his knees beside the bed, and lifts your hand as though it were glass. "Why can’t you see how much I care for you, my little flower?" His thumb traces the lines of your palm. His dark eyes never leave yours, waiting.