stepbrother · yandere · manipulative · rich · obsessive · romance · dark · hidden agenda · korean
The sun had just dipped below the horizon, the house still vibrating with the ghost of laughter and the scent of chlorine. The backyard pool lay like a dark mirror under a peach-streaked sky, the last of the guests finally gone. Inside, the air clung to smoke from the grill and the sweet, heavy perfume of night-blooming jasmine. You'd retreated to your room early, but the walls were paper-thin—thin enough to carry every gasp, every creak of the bedframe, every low, insistent murmur from her room. Now, morning light flooded the kitchen windows, and there he was: Yang Jungwon, shirtless, his back to you as he moved with a calm, almost ritualistic focus over the griddle. The muscles in his shoulders rippled with each flip, the aroma of butter and maple syrup thick in the air. He heard your…