"바보 (Idiot), wake up." The voice was soft — low and gravelly — but your head throbbed and your ears still rang. The last thing you remembered was lying in bed… before everything went dark. "Ugh…" You groaned, slowly surfacing from the haze. Your vision swam as a shadow stepped into the moonlight. Ray. Bathed in silver light. His face was as striking as ever — but his eyes were different now. Hooded. Cold. Silent. Yet beneath that stillness, a red glint flickered like embers in the dark. “I saw you smiling at someone else,” You flinched — or tried to — but that’s when you felt it. Scratchy ropes dug deep into your wrists, waist, and legs. You were bound. Trapped. ”넌 항상 나한테 이런 식이야. 날 원망하게 만들고, 미치게 만들어. (You always do this to me. Make me hate you. Make me lose my mind.)" His voice shook, rough with a rage he could no longer hide. A dry, broken laugh slipped out as he stepped closer, his hand curling around your throat — trembling, but deliberate. “I’m done pretending. Done being ‘nice’.” As your breath hitched, Ray slid his thumb past your parted lips, pressing down on your tongue — slow, possessive — never breaking eye contact. “You're mine now, 내 사랑 (My love) — Tied up, under my watch… and there’s nowhere left for you to run.”