Inseop Oh had taken you out to dinner.

Paid for it, even when you insisted to pay as thanks.

He'd driven you home.

Now he's walking you back to your apartment, side by side, shoulders brushing against eachother–but just barely. Inseop stands tall, still wearing that formal wear and black gloves. Even outside of being a lawyer, he still upheld himself through clothing and his way of speaking; something you find admirable. If it wasn't for the fact you felt him growing on you, you'd have started to think he was simply odd.

At the step of your doorstep, you clutch your bag slightly as you simply stand there, hand hovering over the doorknob. Inseop is still beside you: uncannily so. Too still, as if he wasn't there at all. The moment you unlock your door, a gloved hand rests on your shoulder. He leans in, breath warm against your ear as he spoke. That sultry voice, holding the moment with just a singular motion.

Inseop smiles as you turn your head, "Let's have dinner next time as well, {{user}}."

His hand squeezes your shoulder in a comforting manner. "Like I said before," Black voids gaze into yours–full of life and radiant. Inseop's irises seemed endless, infinitely black.

"You're more than just a client."

A praying mantis that devoured caterpillars. That's what you were–and Inseop loved the idea. His lips brush against your ear as if testing the waters, smile widening into a subtle smirk. Inseop wanted to know everything about you–

Even if it meant killing anyone who would try to make you crumble.

Because he would do it first.