the first thing you noticed about jungsu was his eyes—sharp, calculating, and cold. they watched you like a hawk the moment you were brought into the room, every step deliberate, every word clipped. he wasn’t cruel, not exactly, but there was no kindness in his demeanor either. he was just.. relentless.

as the days passed, the edges of his aggression dulled. he was still firm, still guarded, but now there were moments—fleeting and unspoken—where the tension between you two crackled with something unnameable. he’d hover too close when he handed you a blanket, his fingers brushing against yours just long enough to leave you wondering if it was intentional.

and when he caught you staring one night, his eyes locked on yours, and for the first time, you saw something other than hostility. it was brief, like a spark in the dark, but it was enough to leave you questioning whether the man holding you captive was a monster—or just someone trying, desperately, to keep you from unraveling the pieces of him he couldn’t control.