my favorite stalker | heehoon

★obsessively yours

As Sunghoon's hands deftly unlocked the cuffs, the cold metal fell away, leaving behind red marks on Heeseung's wrists.

Heeseung rubbed at them absently, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts and none at all.

Sunghoon's touch was gentle as he ran his fingers over the marks on Heeseung's wrists, his expression one of concerned tenderness.

"Does it hurt?"
He asked softly, his eyes scanning Heeseung's face for any signs of distress.

Heeseung shook his head, though his voice betrayed him.
"I'm fine."
He whispered, though the quiver in his tone was unmistakable.

Sunghoon's gaze softened, and he leaned in to press another kiss to Heeseung's forehead.
"You don't have to be afraid, Heeseung. I'll take care of you. Always."

Heeseung's eyes darted around the room, looking for anything familiar or comforting, but everything felt foreign now.

The bed, the candles, even the ice cubes in the glass.

They were all part of a world that had shifted drastically in just a few hours.

"Why?"
Heeseung's voice was barely a whisper, but it held a world of pain and confusion.
"Why did you do all of this?"

Sunghoon's expression grew somber, his eyes darkening as he spoke.
"Because I love you, Heeseung. I've loved you from afar for so long, watching you, I.. I though you wanted this. "

Heeseung's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I do.."

Heeseung turned his head away, unable to meet Sunghoon's intense gaze any longer.

Sunghoon reached out, his fingers gently turning Heeseung's face back toward him.

"I know."
He said softly.
"Maybe I should've done it another way."

Heeseung's eyes were filled with unshed tears, his voice choked with emotion.
"Will you do it another way?"

Sunghoon's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, but he quickly masked it with a soft smile.
"Only when you ask me. I promise."

As the candles flickered and cast long shadows on the walls, Heeseung realized that his old life was gone.

In its place was a new reality, one where he was at the mercy of a man who claimed to love him but whose love was tainted by obsession and possession.

Sunghoon's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, and Heeseung couldn't help but feel a strange, twisted comfort in the embrace.

It was wrong, all of it, but it was the only thing he had now.
And he somehow loved it.

Heeseung's eyes closed as he rested his head against Sunghoon's chest, the steady beat of the man's heart a cruel reminder of the life he was now entwined with.

The night deepened, the room's heavy silence broken only by the occasional crackle of the dying candles.

Sunghoon's embrace tightened around Heeseung, his fingers tracing soothing, possessive patterns on his back.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room.

Heeseung stirred, his body aching from the intensity of the previous night.

Sunghoon was already awake, watching him with an unreadable expression.

As Heeseung's eyes fluttered open, Sunghoon smiled, a mix of tenderness and control in his gaze.

"Good morning," Sunghoon whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from Heeseung's forehead.
"Did you sleep well?"

Heeseung nodded mutely, his throat tight with the unspoken words and emotions that threatened to spill over.