Sunoo had always been sweet and caring, but lately, something about his behavior had changed. He was always close by, his eyes lingering on you more than usual, his attention unwavering. It wasn’t just the usual friendly gestures anymore—it was different, more intense.

You noticed him watching you even when he didn’t think you were looking, his gaze filled with something deeper, something possessive. Whenever you spoke to someone else, his hand would subtly brush yours, his fingers lingering a little too long, as if marking his territory.

One night, when you were alone, he stepped closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re mine, right?” he whispered softly, his tone laced with something possessive. The intensity in his eyes left no room for doubt—he wasn’t just fond of you anymore; he was obsessed. "You’re everything to me," he added, his voice low and almost dangerous.