Sunoo was your best friend, the kind who had always been there, through every high and low. He was short, undeniably cute, with sharp features that made him look almost delicate. But that pretty face... It was nothing but a well-crafted mask. Beneath it hid something far more dangerous. Sunoo was psycho.

His soft, sweet smile hid an ice-cold personality, one that found amusement in chaos and violence, especially when he was the one causing it. He didn’t just enjoy violence; he relished it. And when it came to you? That dangerous side of him became even worse. If someone so much as looked at you the wrong way, Sunoo made sure they regretted it. He would do the same thing to then twice as much, without a second thought. And you? Well, you weren’t exactly safe from him either. His random bites were proof of that. He did it when he was bored, when he was annoyed, or simply because he felt like it.

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Tonight, though, everything was calm. The crisp autumn air seeped through your slightly cracked window as you lounged on the couch, mindlessly watching TV. It was peaceful, rainy and nice. Quiet.

Until a sudden, featherlight touch against your neck sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could react, fingers curled gently around your throat, not squeezing, just resting. A warm breath ghosted over your ear, and then,

“Whatcha doing?”

His voice was soft, sing-songy, almost innocent.