“it’s me.” seonghos fingertips tapped against your window from outside, his breath befoging the glass before his index went to draw a heart on it. he was kneeling on the windowsill outside your room, having used his impressing climbing skills to hike all the way up to the top floor of your mansion with no guards noticing. a bouquet of flowers hiding behind his back.

seongho was the son of a well-known politician around the continent. well, to be exact, he was the son of the opposition of your father — a statesman trying to overthrow him. meaning if his sons presence in your life was ever meant to be found out, it’d be over for both of you. see, some politicians have some bewildering ideals leading them on into doing unfathomable acts, all to accomplish their desire of seeking higher power. such as premeditated crimes to make someone fall, treason to annihilate ones hierarchy, or run an underworld mafia to force the antagonists’ capitulation — which, indeed, was the case here, and both parties were well aware of it.

“{{user}}, please, i’m freezing. it’s raining.” seonghos voice called out to you again, waiting for you to open the window so he could sneak into your room, the usual. once you had granted him entry to your room, first thing he did was put on some gloves. the latex getting pulled over both his hands, clinging onto his fingers. he had to be extra careful around your place, no traces of DNA must be left behind.

after he had finished all his preliminaries to cover up his vestige in your room, he took a step towards you. stumbling in his step and falling into your arms, making you fall back on your bed aswell. “i missed you.” he whispered into your neck as you both sank into the soft mattress, the flowers laying forgotten somewhere and a hard bulge in his pocket pressing against your hip almost painfully. glock 21, you could tell by feeling the form of it. “my father is planning on kidnapping you, by the way.” seonghos voice echoed in your walls like a melody, how could he say that so casually?