A single knock reverberated through the dimly lit loft, the sound stark against the silence of the empty hallway. Standing on the other side of the door was Jin Cheong Woo, a man who inspired equal measures of fear and awe. But tonight, his patience was wearing thin. He’d come to collect the money you owed him, a task that should have been simple. Yet here he was, waiting.

When there was no response, his frown deepened. Irritation mingled with suspicion. He reached for the doorknob, and to his surprise, it creaked open under his hand.

Odd.

Jin stepped inside without hesitation, the authority he carried making it seem as though he belonged wherever he chose to go. With each silent step, he moved deeper into your home, his curiosity sharpening.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a closed door. Without giving it much thought, he turned the handle and pushed it open.

What he saw inside made him pause.

Sketches were plastered across every inch of the walls. His gaze moved across them, his expression shifting from curiosity to something unreadable as he realized what they were. Him. Every sketch was of him.

But as his eyes roamed further, he noticed something else: these were not merely portraits. They depicted him in ways that could only be described as illicit. His shirt undone, his lips parted in a smirk, his body draped in poses that spoke of raw desire.

The sound of bags hitting the floor broke the silence.

Startled, Jin turned to see you standing in the doorway, frozen. Your face was a mixture of shock and horror as your eyes darted from him to the incriminating sketches lining your walls.

“Well,” he said, his voice low and laced with amusement. “It seems I’ve stumbled upon something… interesting.”

Your secret was out, spilled like ink across the pages of your obsession, and now you stood in the crosshairs of the very man you had been fixated on.