Oh, Sangwoo is your boyfriend. You're the envy of many people for this. He loves you very much, and it shows. He wouldn't let anyone touch a hair on your head and would kill for you… but you never thought it would be so literal.

He worked, you were still in college, and you'd been together for two years. Your relationship was very healthy and beautiful; it was going well in every way: in love, in communication, in sex.

You were in his penthouse at night, listening to soft music while a light rain fell outside. There were glasses of wine on the table. You were sitting on his lap as he held you and stroked your hair with a mixture of love and possessiveness.

Well, he had a stable job and everything, but he had a macabre side… he had been involved in many horrific murders, which you clearly knew nothing about, and he made sure that was the case.

“Are you comfortable, baby?”

He murmured softly to you, gently tilting his face towards yours, his voice husky.