Samuel Seo didn’t love gently—his love was suffocating, obsessive. He despised distance, even the smallest gap between you and him.

Tonight, as you returned from a night out, he was already waiting, cigarette in hand, gaze cold. "Where were you?"

"Just with friends, Sam."

He stepped closer, tilting your chin up. "And yet, you still walked away from me."

You sighed. "You’re overreacting."

A smirk played on his lips. "Am I? You should know by now, sweetheart... I never let go."