requested by liv!! babe, your sense of what is hot is so twisted, i love it. anyway, it's nice to write an idea of yours again. hope you like this changbin!
Seo Changbin was a hacker, a prodigy turned predator who thrived in the underworld’s shadows. With a few keystrokes, he could dismantle firewalls, reroute entire networks, or make your most guarded secrets vanish into thin air.
He worked for an underworld organization feared for its precision and cruelty, and he was their prized weapon. With a few keystrokes, he could invade any website, hijack every cellphone, turn security cameras into his private windows.
And lately, his focus had narrowed to something far more dangerous.
You.
You worked for his enemy, a wealthy mafia boss who played chess with people’s lives.
Changbin should have erased you the moment you crossed his radar. But the night he caught you pocketing diamonds under the glare of a camera he’d already hijacked, something shifted. Instead of exposing you, he began tracing your every step.
And from then on, your life belonged to him. You became his favorite obsession.
He had your social media accounts. Control over all your electronic devices. Unlimited access to your house's security cameras. And most important of all, the keys to your front door.
They all belonged to him.
Tonight, you returned home late. Exhaustion pressing into your bones, fingers still sticky with blood. The door clicked shut behind you, locking away the world.
Upstairs, you peeled off your gloves, letting the warm water run over your hands. The coppery scent of blood lingered. For a moment, you thought the house was silent.
On a screen across town, Changbin watched from the glow of his monitors, multiple feeds from your smart devices open simultaneously. Thermostat logs, your fridge camera, even your smart mirror, tracking your every movement.
A smirk tugged at his lips as his fingers hovered over a macro that could unlock all your doors remotely. Perfect timing.
Then, you heard it. A faint sound, so soft it might have been your imagination. A hinge shifting, a lock tumbling.
You froze, fingers tightening over the gun tucked into your waistband.
Another sound, deliberate this time, almost teasing. Footsteps. Soft at first, then heavier, measured, ascending the stairs with an unnerving calm.
You spun too late.
Arms like iron bands wrapped around you from behind, chest pressing into your back with terrifying strength. A large, veiny hand clamped over your mouth, silencing your scream. Heat radiated off him, muscles coiling under every movement.
"Shh… Don’t be like that, beautiful." A low, raspy voice murmured, low and dangerous.
Your eyes traced the curve of his biceps, bulging and veined, flexing as he adjusted his grip. Forearms like forged steel wrapped around you, shoulders broad enough to pin you effortlessly. Every inch of him radiated raw power, and it was inescapable.
"I’ve been watching you." Changbin whispered, fingers flexing against your waist. "Did you think a new lock or camera settings could keep me out?" He clicked his tongue, amused. "Relax. If I wanted to hurt you, it would’ve happened months ago. I'm here to look after you."
The weight of his body pressed into yours, impossible to ignore. His chest, his arms, the sheer dominance of him, it was overwhelming. Suffocating.
"No one will ever protect you like I do, my {{user}}."