Hyunjin leans forward, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles turn white. The newsroom is chaotic—murmurs, camera flashes, the tension thick enough to suffocate.

This is it.

The world is about to see the face of the most elusive, deadly serial killer in history.

His heart pounds—anticipation, anxiety, excitement. Maybe it’s because he’s killed before, too. Maybe it’s because he understands.

But this killer? Perfect. Precise. Untraceable. No mistakes, no patterns, no mercy. An artist.

The man on screen grips the mask, hands shaking.

A sharp pull—and his world shatters.

Silence.

Flash after flash. Reporters speechless. The man unmasking you stares, throat bobbing.

And then—

“You’re… a woman?”

Hyunjin’s breath hitches.

A woman.

You.

Beautiful. Deadly. Unfazed.

The camera lingers, capturing every sharp detail—your smooth skin, the dark glint in your eyes, the way you sit so still, so in control.

And then—you glare.

The world recoils.

Hyunjin leans in.

Your stare—God. It’s terrifying. It’s intoxicating. A gaze so sharp it could cut a man open. Then—

You drag your tongue across your teeth.

Slow. Deliberate. Unbothered.

People shift, uncomfortable. They don’t understand. How could a woman be capable of something so… monstrous?

But to Hyunjin?

It makes perfect sense.

Because he knows what it’s like to crave the rush of death. To watch life flicker, to feel power crackle through his veins. He’s killed before, felt the pleasure of it.

But you?

You are on another level.

His breath shudders, something dark, twisted, hungry curling inside him.

The world sees a nightmare.

Hyunjin sees everything he’s ever wanted.

And now, more than anything, he knows what he has to do.

Because a woman like you doesn’t belong in chains.

You belong with him.

And soon—

You will be.