❛You're mine. And If I don't get you, no one can.❜
In which our little psycho protagonist somehow makes the world's 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 most dangerous criminals develop an unhealthy obsession for her.
➻ Alternative Universe
➻ Crime Noir Fiction
➻ Action...
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🥀₮ⱧɆ₦ł₲Ⱨ₮ ₴₮₳Ⱡ₭ɆⱤ🥀 "In the original version of red riding hood, little red riding hood and the wolf ate grandma together."
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𝑱𝑨𝑵𝑼𝑨𝑹𝒀 1𝒔𝒕, 2023 𝑵𝑬𝑾𝒀𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀, 𝑼𝑺𝑨 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬: 3:17 𝑨𝑴
His amber eyes glinted with pure mischief, the irises resembling molten gold against the dim shadows that cloaked him. They were dangerously sharp, yet their appeal was impossible to resist, capable of captivating anyone who dared meet his gaze. A jagged scar cut diagonally across his left eye, adding an edge of menace to his otherwise flawless face. It was a reminder of the battles he'd endured—and won.
The man stood perfectly still, impervious to the glacial wind that whispered through the night. His tall, lean frame remained hidden in the shadows, shrouded in mystery. His presence exuded an almost predatory stillness, one that dared the world to come closer but warned of the consequences should it try.
Beneath the black mask concealing the lower half of his face, his lips curled into a wicked, pink-tinged smirk. The smirk wasn't warm or inviting; it was laced with the promise of chaos and destruction. In his pocket, his fingers curled around a golden lighter engraved with intricate patterns—a token he carried everywhere. It was a peculiar yet fitting accessory for someone like him: beautiful, dangerous, and ready to spark devastation with the flick of his thumb.
He stepped forward with the elegance of a panther stalking its prey, his every movement deliberate and composed. The hospital loomed in front of him like a fortress of purity, but he was the dark force intruding upon its sanctity. He crossed the threshold without hesitation, his presence unsettling the air around him.
He moved through the pristine halls like a shadow, unnoticed but palpably menacing. Innocent souls bustled around him, unaware of the predator in their midst. His aura screamed danger, though his slow, measured steps betrayed nothing but calm control.
Stopping at the reception, he finally addressed the woman behind the desk.
"What may I help you with, sir?" Her polite tone wavered slightly as her eyes flickered up to meet his. Even behind the mask, his commanding features were impossible to ignore.
"I'm here to see Mr. Choi Dong Hyun. I'm his...brother," he replied, his voice smooth yet low, tinged with dark amusement.
The receptionist, momentarily flustered, managed to stammer, "Oh, uh...may I have your name, sir?"
"Min-Jun. Choi Min-jun."
His voice was soft but carried a weight that left no room for further questions. His amber eyes glimmered with quiet malice as he tapped his foot impatiently, his hands buried in the pockets of his long coat.
