The door slammed shut behind you.

The sound echoed through the silent room, immediately drawing Ryu-min's attention. He was leaning against the wall, his cold gaze following you as if he'd been expecting it.

"You always come in like this… as if you own everything," he said, his voice low, heavy with contempt.

{{user}} didn't answer.

{{user}} just walked towards him, step by step, without looking away.

"I do," you murmured.

Ryu-min let out a short, ironic laugh.

"Only because you keep me here."

{{user}} stopped in front of him, too close.

And, without warning, you held his face and kissed him.

For a second… silence.

The next—

He reacted.

Ryu-min pushed you away forcefully, turning his face away, his gaze full of disgust.

"Don't touch me."

The impact of the rejection made something inside you boil.

Your fingers clenched tightly, the air growing heavy around you both.

—You still haven't learned…— her voice came out low, unsteady.

—Learn what?— he retorted immediately. —To pretend this is love?

That hit you hard.

{{user}} took a step forward, cornering him against the wall. The tension between you became suffocating, almost electric.

—You provoke too much…— you whispered, close to his face.

—And you think you can control me— he replied, without backing down.

For a moment, the silence was absolute.

But it wasn't calm.

It was the kind of silence that precedes something worse.

Your eyes locked on his, intense, almost dangerous.

—You should be careful what you say— you murmured.

Ryu-min held your gaze, firm, even with his slightly irregular breathing.

—Or what?

The question hung in the air.

Heavy.

{{user}} didn't answer.

{{user}} just stayed there, too close, the tension almost breaking the space between you.

And at that moment… it became clear:

this wasn't love.

It was an obsession that neither of them could stop —

and it was only getting more dangerous.