my favorite stalker | heehoon

★pleasure and pain

Heeseung opened his eyes, the dim glow of the candles casting flickering shadows across the room.

He remembered falling asleep, but he didn't remember being here.

He blinked, disoriented, as his vision adjusted to the dim light.

The room was filled with the faint scent of wax and smoke from the numerous candles scattered around.

Heeseung's heart pounded as he tried to move, only to realize that his hands were bound to the headboard above him.

The cool metal of the handcuffs bit into his wrists as he tugged, panic rising in his chest.

He looked down and saw that he was completely naked, the sheets tangled around his legs.

The room was silent, save for the soft crackling of the candle flames.

Heeseung's gaze darted around, taking in the details.
The dark, heavy curtains drawn shut, the antique furniture that filled the room, and the eerie calmness that hung in the air.

The candles were the only source of light, their glow casting long, unsettling shadows.

As Heeseung's eyes continued to scan the room, they landed on a figure sitting in the corner.

Sunghoon was there, perched on a chair, his expression calm and unreadable.

He watched Heeseung with an intense gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Sunghoon?" Heeseung's voice was barely a whisper, laced with fear and confusion.

Sunghoon didn't respond immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, the candlelight reflecting off his eyes.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and steady.

"Good to see you awake, Heeseung."

Heeseung tugged at the handcuffs again, desperation seeping into his movements.
"What are you doing?"

Sunghoon stood up, walking slowly towards the bed.

Heeseung's breath quickened as Sunghoon approached, his footsteps eerily quiet on the wooden floor.

"Didn't you say you wanted me?" Sunghoon asked softly, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's.

Heeseung's heart raced, a mix of fear and anger boiling inside him.
"I..I didn't imagine it like this."

Sunghoon reached out, his fingers brushing against Heeseung's cheek in a chillingly tender gesture.
"I've waited so long for this moment. You don't understand how much you mean to me."

Heeseung flinched at the touch.

He had to stay calm.
"But not like this."

Sunghoon's smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"It's too late for that, Heeseung. You can't take your words back."

The candles flickered, casting their eerie light across Sunghoon's face, highlighting the madness in his eyes.

Sunghoon moved with a predatory grace as he climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked onto Heeseung's.

Sunghoon's hands were gentle as he caressed Heeseung's face, but the touch sent a shiver of fear down his spine.

Heeseung pulled desperately against the restraints, the metal digging painfully into his wrists.

Sunghoon quickly grabbed his hands, holding them firmly.
"Don't," Sunghoon whispered, his voice a soft command.
"You'll only hurt yourself."

Heeseung's breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps as Sunghoon's hands roamed over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with a terrifying intimacy.