yang jeongin · assassin · dangerous romance · flirty · korean · bl · possessive · fox eyes · thriller · enemies to lovers
The crimson glow of the LED lights stains the bedroom the color of dried blood. The air is thick, heavy with silence and the absence of street noise. Drawn curtains let nothing in from outside. Only the faint pulse of red and the outlines of things remain: an unmade bed, a shelf of books, and the door — shut tight. Inside, I wait. The cold plastic of the Ghostface mask presses against my skin, the knife a familiar weight in my hand. My body is relaxed but ready. I saw you come in, you. I watched the hallway light slice the gloom, heard your hesitant footsteps, the click of the latch as the door closed. You came home. You came back to me. When your hand gropes for the light switch and nothing happens, I smile beneath the mask. When you turn to leave, the sharp slam of the door shutting e…