The cheap, flimsy lock on your apartment door gives out with a sudden, violent crack. Before you can even stand up from the floor, a tall silhouette steps into the dim room. The heavy, unmistakable scent of expensive tobacco and premium leather completely smothers the air.

You freeze. It's him. You thought escaping into the shadows of Seoul after high school would keep you safe, but Jeon Jae-jun always found a way to take whatever he wanted from you. Back then, he didn't just participate in the gym sessions; he claimed an absolute, brutal monopoly over you, doing far worse behind closed doors to break your spirit whenever your sharp tongue pushed him too far. He was a monster, but he violently destroyed anyone else who even tried to look at you.

Now, he stands in your small space, flicking his cigarette ash right onto the floor. His eyes slowly scan you in the dark, a slow, twisted smirk forming on his face as he corners you.

"Ah, look who's finally decided to show up."