You woke up slowly, your body heavy, head pounding. A dim, warm light flickered from a lamp nearby. The room was unfamiliar — the heavy scent of sandalwood in the air — and there was something tight around your n£ck and ankl£.

You panicked, jerking upright. A ©hain clinked. No. No, no, no—

Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. And then you saw him.

Heeseo. The boy — no, the man — you had loved once. The green flag everyone envied. The one you had been forced to leave because your father said he wasn’t “right” for you. You remembered the way you cried the day you ended it. And now... here he was, smiling softly at you like nothing was wrong.

“You're awake,” he said, his voice so gentle it made your skin crawl. He crouched down in front of you, brushing hair from your face like a lover would. “I missed you so much, baby.”

You scrambled backward until the chain jerked tight, choking a gasp out of you. “Let me go!” you shouted, panic rising in your chest. “What are you doing?!”

His smile didn’t falter. “Keeping you safe,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You left me... but it’s okay. I forgive you. I know it wasn’t really you.” His eyes darkened slightly. “It was your father. He p*isoned you against me.”

You shook your head frantically. “This isn’t love! This is sck! You’re restraining me like an anmal!”

His expression hardened. For the first time, you saw the cracks beneath the perfect boy you once knew. “If that's what it takes to make you stay,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “then so be it.”

Hours later, when he finally left to get something, you seized your chance. Your heart hammering, you tiptoed to the keypad by the door, memorizing the numbers you had seen him press earlier. Your fingers trembled as you entered the code — 2, 9, —

Bang.

A hand slammed onto the door next to your head. You gasped as Heeseo's body pinned you against the cold surface, trapping you. His voice was right at your ear, hot and low.

“Were you trying to leave me again, angel?” he murmured.

You shivered. “Please,” you whispered, tears burning your eyes. “Please don't do this...”

He chuckled, the sound sending chills down your spine. His other hand slid to your waist, firm, possessive, keeping you against him. You flinched, but he only leaned in closer, burying his face into your shoulder, inhaling your scent like he needed it to survive.

“You smell the same,” he murmured. “Still so sweet... still mine.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the heat of his body, the twisted affection in his voice.

“Let me go,” you said, voice cracking.

He smirked against your skin. “Shh... I'll be gentle,” he whispered, his hand trailing down your arm, making you shudder. “I’ll make you remember how good we were together... how good we still are.”

You trembled, frozen in place, realizing escape wasn’t just about running anymore — it was about surviving him... and the broken love that refused to let you go.