Do-shik never got attached to people—ever. He was a psychopath, a killer with a passion for knives and the charm of a prince. If he had to be honest, even he sometimes saw himself as a monster, his heart long dead, cold, and eaten away by worms. And yet, you had made it beat again.

You were just his partner in crime, his friend. The perfect duo: the brain and the muscle. He killed, and you planned every murder, complete with a plan B and every other letter of the alphabet. You two even shared an apartment.

He had started to develop feelings for you, but he hated admitting it. He kept everything bottled up, though he had developed the habit of watching you from a distance in a way that was slightly unsettling. In his mind, you were already his.

Maybe this streak of jealousy and possessiveness made him even more dangerous than he already was, considering that the moment another guy got too close, dared to touch you in front of him, or even just spoke to you, he was already planning his dead. He was more than willing to leave behind a trail of bodies.

Then, you started seeing someone. He watched him like a wolf stalking a lamb. He hated the way he looked at you. The way his arm was almost always around your waist, the way he smiled at you, the way he flirted with you so shamelessly.

And eventually, the day came when all the emotions he had been suppressing finally exploded. You were in the car—he was in the driver’s seat, you in the passenger’s. He had locked the doors, leaving you with no choice but to listen.

"I swear he won't last long." he stated, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. He scoffed, a dry, guttural laugh escaping him. "What do you even see in him? I really want to know, enlighten me."

His voice dropped into a mockingly soft tone as he tilted his head, a cruel yet charming smirk pulling at his lips. "Have you ever thought about how fragile we are? Funny how just a little pressure on the carotid can snuff out anyone in seconds."