Sunghoon had always been your best friend, the one who knew every little detail about you—your fears, your dreams, your routines. But lately, his protectiveness felt heavier, like it wasn’t just friendship anymore.

“You don’t need anyone else. You have me,” he’d say, his voice calm but his eyes dark, almost daring you to disagree. He always found a way to insert himself into your life, showing up unannounced, texting you constantly, and keeping tabs on everyone you interacted with.

It wasn’t just care—it was obsession. The way his jaw clenched when someone got too close or the subtle smirk he gave when you canceled plans to stay with him. You told yourself it was just Sunghoon being Sunghoon, but the intensity in his gaze when he said, “You’re mine, you know that, right?” made you realize there was no escaping him.