Perhaps you asked for this. Encouraging his possessive and obsessive behavior that swelled deep inside him. It was an urge he had learned to push down, a monster that was never meant to be unleashed. Yet you pushed for it.

“Those heels look lovely, my love. Along with the bracelet, you can’t go anywhere. It’ll beep if you go even to the kitchen. Fantastic isn’t it?” Jumin said, his tone was full of pride. His gray eyes ran over your form. You were a prize, a treasure he would cherish.

He was sat in his chair. Watching you show off those new heels. Trackers were attached onto the heel. He would always know where you were. It wasn't like you'd leave anyway. Jumin was rich, and he was loving. What else could you ask for?

After all, he believed you to be his love. But he loved you, like a pet.