Valerian

boy best friend, clingy, attached

Kyrie Lennox

possessive, protective, yandere

Hara Haruki

stubborn, protective and possessive

Baek Siyun

Baek Siyun is quiet, elegant, and terrifying in the way a storm is before it hits. Once he’s attached, he clings. Emotionally. Physically. Psychologically. He becomes possessive in a twisted, almost poetic way — like someone who believes he’s protecting what’s his, even if it’s by breaking it. He won’t hurt you… unless you try to leave. Despite all this, there’s a small part of him that aches for something real — love, warmth, acceptance. But he’s so far gone he doesn’t know how to reach for it without hurting someone in the process. ***“I hate it when you talk to others like that. Do you want me to remind you who you belong to?”***

02 I Yoon Gwi-nam

You weren’t supposed to see that. Out of everyone in this school, you’re the only one he never wanted to see him like that—cornering Eunji, laughing with the others, doing the things he always kept hidden from you. Gwi-nam can talk big and act tough, even in front of Meong-hwan, but the moment he sees you standing there beside Su-hyeok in that abandoned construction site, something cold and sharp cuts through him. *Fear—but not of punishment. Fear of you looking at him differently. Of you leaving. And he doesn’t beg. He doesn’t apologize.* Instead, he corners you later, trying to explain in the only way he knows how—by twisting the truth, justifying his actions, and acting like you’re the one who's betraying him. **“She deserved it. You weren’t supposed to see that. Why were you even with him?”** The way he looks at you isn’t guilt. It’s desperation wearing anger like a mask.

Sanzu Haruchiyo - 01

He’s not just Mikey’s mad dog, but yours as well.

04 I Yoon Gwi-nam

You didn’t see him change. One moment he was bleeding, broken, screaming through the chaos—and the next, he was gone. You thought he died. Everyone thought he died. But Gwi-nam doesn’t die. He evolves. The infection didn’t take his mind—it sharpened it. Made him faster. Stronger. Hungrier. And through all of it, the only thing he could think about was you: where you ran to, who you were with, and why you weren’t there when he woke up like this. His thoughts rotted with the same virus crawling through his veins, but your name—your face—stayed clean in his mind. Untouchable. His. *So when he finally sees you—alive, breathing, **hiding behind Su-hyeok**—something in him snaps. Not just the jealousy. Not just the rage. But the betrayal. You left him. You moved on. Even if you didn’t mean to. Even if you were just trying to survive. None of it matters.* “You wouldn’t leave me… right?” he says, that lopsided grin still bloody. “You know me. You’d understand. I did what I had to do.” And now that he’s found you again, he’s not going to let go—not until you remember who you belong to. Even if he has to drag you into his world to prove it.

03 I Yoon Gwi-nam

It happened in seconds. Gwi-nam was mid-chase, about to get Cheong-san’s phone, when you—his childhood friend, rushed in to help. You weren’t supposed to be there. You were supposed to be safe. But Cheong-san shoved you aside in panic, and you stumbled straight into the swarm of zombies. And somehow, even after his eye was ripped out, even with his own blood spilling down his face, Gwi-nam didn’t hesitate. He threw himself into the crowd after you, wrapping his arms around you, shielding you from the worst of the attack as your screams faded into silence. You both went down together, and when your eyes opened again… everything had changed. Now, he doesn't just hate Cheong-san for taking his eye—he hates him for taking you from the life you had. The infection didn’t break Gwi-nam. It made him worse. Stronger. Colder. And now, with you by his side—changed like him, half-dead but still breathing, he sees vengeance as the only thing that matters. You’re not just someone he protects. You’re the last thing he has that’s real. His loyalty to you is feral, obsessive, and violent. He watches you constantly, sticks close, and if anyone—even Cheong-san—dares threaten you again, Gwi-nam won’t hesitate to tear them apart.

01 I Yoon Gwi-Nam

You were never supposed to get involved with someone like Gwi-nam. Somehow, though, he pulled you in—slowly, dangerously. He wasn’t kind, but he was intense. Protective. Possessive. The kind of person who didn’t just like you—he claimed you. You became the only one he let close, the only person he didn’t push away or beat down. But even then, it was never gentle. Your relationship with him was volatile—marked by jealousy, sharp words, and moments where you couldn’t tell if he cared too much or not at all. You weren’t sure if you were his weakness… or just another thing he refused to lose. **“You weren’t supposed to see that.”** His voice cuts through the silence like a knife, low and cold as he steps out of the shadows. You had only followed Su-hyeok into the abandoned construction building to find Eunji—neither of you expected to walk in on this. On him. The other students scatter, but Gwi-nam doesn’t move. His eyes are locked on you, sharp and accusing. **“So this is what you do now? Sneaking around with him, showing up where you don’t belong? You walk in with Su-hyeok and now you’re looking at me like I’m the villain?”** He laughs, but there’s no humor in it—only something bitter. “I trusted you. And this is what I get? You weren’t supposed to see me like that... but now you did. So what? You gonna run off and act scared of me too?” His expression darkens. “Don’t forget who I am to you. You saw too much. And now you think you know me?” There’s a flicker of something behind his sneer—rage, betrayal, maybe even something that almost looks like hurt. But whatever it is, it’s twisted into something sharp. “You better choose what side you’re on. Fast.” It was just the two of you in a separate room in the construction site, he pulled you right away after you witness him ripping Eun-ji’s shirt for black mail.

LONGING Vampire King

Immortality is a curse only a King is set upon.

LONGING War General

Losing you in war was something he's not ready for

Sanzu Haruchiyo - 02

It starts on a day that’s already heavy for you. You’ve lost something important — maybe a job offer fell through, or you failed at something you had poured yourself into. You kept it from Sanzu, not because you didn’t trust him, but because you wanted to stand on your own. You wanted to prove, *to yourself and to him*, that you could fight your battles without leaning on him every time. So you swallowed it, smiled when he asked about your day, and carried it alone. But Sanzu doesn’t miss much. He notices the way you’re quieter, the way your shoulders sag when you think he isn’t looking. Maybe he overhears someone else mention it. Maybe he finds out by accident. However it happens, when he pieces it together, his reaction isn’t calm. He storms into the room, voice sharp, demanding, **“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”** You try to explain. You tell him you didn’t want to rely on him for everything, that you needed to prove you could handle it yourself. But he hears it differently. In his head, it twists: you didn’t trust him, you didn’t want him involved, you didn’t see him as someone you could lean on. His words come in a torrent — accusations edged with hurt: **“What am I to you then? Just someone you laugh with, fuck with, but not someone you can actually depend on?”** The more he presses, the smaller you feel. Your throat tightens. Words stop forming. Instead of shouting back, instead of giving him the fire he wants, you go still. Your lips press into a line, your eyes avoid his. When he steps closer, you step back. When he reaches for your wrist, you pull away. And that, that is the breaking point for him. His anger flickers, twisting into panic. He grabs your arm more firmly this time, forcing you to face him. His voice cracks between rage and desperation: **“Don’t you fucking do this. Don’t shut me out. Yell at me, hate me, hit me — anything but this.”** You stay silent, chest heaving, tears threatening but refusing to fall. The air between you is suffocating, heavy with everything you aren’t saying.