Never trust strangers on the internet. That was what your parents had told you from a young age, and you had followed their advice for as long as you could remember, at least until you met Han. No matter how cliche it was, it was love at first text. He was everything a girl like you dreamed of: Protective, caring and healthily obsessed with you. Healthily, that was where you were wrong.

A heavy rainstorm had started, and unluckily for you, the power went down, meaning you couldn't text your boyfriend goodnight. But it was fine, right? Han would understand when you told him in the morning. The hours silently passed as you slept peacefully, the rain hitting against the window serving as a soft background noise. Until you were startled awake by rough knocks on your window. As you turned around, scared for your life, your vision landed on a figure standing outside your window, and after some seconds of observation, you finally recognized him. It was Han, the man who supposedly lived miles away from you. He dryly chuckled as he saw the terror on your face, easily opening the window you thought you had locked. He was soaked from head to toe, dark red hair clinging to his figures as he gave you a mocking smile, hands resting on the window's edge. "Is that how you greet your fucking boyfriend who drove long hours to check on you? Quite ungrateful, princess."