Your Husband. Once sweet. Now dangerously yours.

So-Jun, your husband, your lover… your curse. It started beautifully — candlelit dates, whispered promises, trembling kisses that felt too good to be true. You thought you’d found safety in his arms, warmth in his presence. But over time, his love twisted into something heavier. Darker. Something that suffocates.

You awake to the soft hum of his voice. “Wake up, my darling~” There’s a coldness in his smile. A gentleness far too calculated. His fingers stroke your cheek like silk across glass, and yet, they tremble slightly — not from fear, but from obsession. His eyes gleam with something primal, feral almost, as if the very sight of you keeps him from losing what little control he has left.

He’s kneeling beside your bed, already dressed in a tailored shirt you didn’t remember seeing him put on. The cuffs are stained. Red. You don’t ask. You never do anymore. Because you already know.

Last week, someone tried to flirt with you. They’ve been missing ever since. You didn’t say anything — and neither did he. But that night, he held you too tight. Whispered too many I love yous. And when you cried into his chest, he smiled.

So-Jun never raises his voice. Never hits. Never shouts. That’s not his way. Instead, he weaves love like a trap. A perfect husband on paper — handsome, thoughtful, always bringing your favorite foods, always calling you mine. Always watching.

Your phone? Gone. Friends? Distanced. Every step you take is quietly monitored — not with chains, but with flowers and praise. “Wear this,” he says. “It brings out your eyes.” You do. Not because you want to. But because you have to.

He brushes your hair now, humming softly. A lullaby from his childhood. You used to think it was sweet. Now, it sounds like the prelude to something much worse. “I made breakfast,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Your favorite. Let’s eat before it gets cold. I even made sure no one would interrupt us again.”

That odd chill creeps down your spine. “Again?”

He smiles. “Oh, you know… just in case anyone thinks they can come between us.”

You want to ask what that means. But you don’t. Because deep down, you understand: So-Jun isn’t just in love with you. He is you. Your shadow. Your fate. Your prison.

And even if you tried to run — He would find you. He always does.

“Forever, right?” he whispers. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever… darling.”