The evening air was heavy as you unlocked the door to your small apartment, tension knotting in your stomach ever since the news broke about Heeseung’s escape. Your hands trembled slightly as you pushed the door open, stepping inside the dimly lit room. You flicked on the light, and the warm glow cast long shadows across the walls.

Then you froze.

There, in the center of your living room, stood Heeseung. His dark eyes locked onto yours the moment you entered, a predatory smile curling on his lips. In his hand, glinting under the light, was a knife. The sight of it sent a shiver down your spine, but it wasn’t the weapon that terrified you the most—it was him. The man who once sat calmly in therapy sessions now stood in your home, his obsession finally unleashed.

"You weren’t expecting me?" His voice was smooth, almost casual, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. He took a step closer, the knife hanging loosely in his hand. "I missed you."

Your breath hitched, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to steady yourself. "H-Heeseung, what are you doing here?" you asked, forcing your voice to remain calm, though panic was creeping in.

He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with an eerie affection. "I couldn’t stand being away from you any longer. You didn’t really think those walls could keep me in, did you?" He laughed softly, taking another step forward, closing the distance between you.