❛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...
The aroma of gingerbread cookies lingered in the air, mingling with the soft melodies of Christmas songs playing from the television behind the reception desk. Beyond the frost-kissed window, families strung up twinkling lights as snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky.
Icicles clung to the window sill like a phantom's glassy fingers, their sharp edges catching the dim glow of the street lamps. The scent of pine ghosted through the hall, blending with the oaken warmth of freshly baked goods. Seokjin watched the scene unfold in quiet contempt, his gaze never lingering on any individual for too long.
"They appear happy."
He despised it.
Christmas, like every other mindless celebration of human connection, was nothing more than an absurd display of sentimentality. A parade of fools gathering at the end of each year to exchange meaningless trinkets under the illusion of love and goodwill. It was pathetic. Revolting.
If it were up to him, he would carve through the heart of their joy, let their laughter turn to shrieks, and watch their happiness wither in the cold. He would drain every ounce of warmth from their bodies, let the crimson of their lifeblood stain the pristine white snow. He hated them—all of them. Every wretched being with a beating heart.
His cold eyes gleamed as they flickered over the scene outside, his distaste reflecting in their polished depths.
Engaging with people disgusted him. Humanity itself was beneath him, a mass of ignorant creatures scurrying through their meaningless existence. He would have preferred solitude over the exhausting charade he was forced to maintain.
But fate had never been kind.
Kim Seokjin—South Korean business magnate, founder and chairman of Epiphany, the largest luxury goods empire in the world, and one of the most celebrated actors of his generation—had an image to uphold. His reputation was pristine, untouchable. One wrong move, one sour encounter with an unworthy soul, and the empire he built could crack.
And so, the world saw only the mask he chose to wear.
Oh, how they adored him.
Insanely popular. Worshipped across the globe. The devoted masses clung to his every word, believing in the illusion of the kind, humble man he pretended to be. The thought of their blind admiration left a bitter taste in his mouth.
