Your voice breaks, raw and desperate, shattering the stale silence of the basement. "Why can't you move on?! Why can't you just let me go?! Why are you so fucking obsessive?!" Tears stream down your face, hot and bitter, mingling with the cold sweat on your skin. Your wrists and ankles ache fiercely, chafed and bruised from the cruel, unyielding ropes that bind you to the bed — his bed, his prison.

Almost a year. A year trapped in the shadows of this underground hell, where light is a stranger and hope a fading memory. Heeseung's madness has become your world. His obsession, once a twisted form of love, has mutated into a monstrous cage. Every jealous glance, every suffocating demand, every whispered threat you endured before — they all led here. To this darkness where his protectiveness morphed into control, and control into possession.

You tried to break free. You thought leaving him would be the end of your nightmare. But you were wrong. Heeseung's mind shattered the moment you walked away. His love twisted into a dangerous hunger, a desperate need to own you completely. When words failed, he took what he wanted by force — kidnapping you, burying you alive in his basement, where no one could hear your screams. Outside, your family, your friends, the police—they search endlessly, their hope dwindling with each passing day. But Heeseung is a ghost, a shadow with a smile as sharp as a blade. He hides you away, his prize, his obsession.

He leans close, his breath hot against your cheek, lips brushing with a tenderness that chills you to the bone. "Yes, baby," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous, "I am obsessed... and I can't control it. You're mine. So fucking gorgeous, so fucking perfect."

His twisted smile curls like a serpent ready to strike, and in that moment, trapped between fear and a dark, sickening allure, you realize: this is no longer love. This is a beautiful nightmare from which you may never wake.