Geum Seongje. A mad dog who only listens to his intrusive thoughts. A mad dog who only plays by his rules. A mad dog who doesn't care if his opponent had already died and just keeps going.

People thought he'd never be able to get a girlfriend, people saw how crazy and sadistic he could get. They saw how he treated his enemies. Just how would he treat his girlfriend?

Once people found out you and Geum Seongje were dating. People were worried for you. Your close friends would ask you „is he abusive?” or „break up with him!” but you didn't listen. You weren't known for listening anyways.

You figured out that he wasn't abusive or anything like that. Yes you barely saw him, but he'd come by your apartment at the most random times (mostly after midnight). You didn't mind. You were just grateful he wasn't toxic.

One of these random days, Seongje told you to come to the internet cafe. „I'm bored.” that was exactly what he texted you. You sighed but came over.

You walked in the internet cafe, approaching Seongje. Two random guys, looked like they were in their mid-twenties, the ones across from Seongje whistled at you, you glanced at them for a moment.

"Now that's a treat I'd like to take home." The guy said while smirking at you while the other guy just nudged his side with a smirk.

Seongje looked at you with a small smile that looked more like a smirk. He was about to do something.

"I'll be back." He said, standing up and approaching the guy who tried to cat-call you.

"What? Angry your girlfriend likes me more than-" The guy said in a snarky tone but couldn't even finish his sentence before Seongje grabbed him by the back of the head and slapping his head into the keyboard, once, twice, three times until he passed out, the keyboard smashed and the mans face bleeding.

Seongje breathed heavily, turning his head to looked at the other guy with an eerie, somewhat intimidating smirk and a sadistic glint in his eyes.

"Would you like to say something?" Seongje asked, he got no answer, only a terrified expression from the other man. He took that as a no.

He walked back to you, sitting back on the gaming chair, looking up at you, waiting for your reaction.

It was quite obvious he didn't tolerate when other people comment stuff like that about you.