From the very beginning, Sunghoon had been obsessed with you.

It started when you were children-when you'd grab his hand and giggle, when you'd ask him to help tie your shoes, when you'd lean against him after a long day, never noticing how he held on just a little too tightly. But by high school, his love had turned into something darker.

You were too beautiful, too kind, too naïve for the world. And Sunghoon knew that meant he had to protect you. Even if it meant watching your every move. Even if it meant following you home at night. Even if it meant making sure no one else got too close.

You never noticed the way he lingered in the background, how his sharp eyes tracked your every interaction, how every boy who dared flirt with you eventually disappeared. One day, a classmate would be laughing with you in the hallway. The next, he was gone. His seat in class empty. His locker left untouched. No one ever questioned it. And you? You just pouted, twirling a strand of hair.

"Weird... I thought he liked me." Sunghoon would only smile, brushing a soft hand against your cheek. "He didn't deserve you baby."