"His obsession" is a psychological thriller and dark romance that plunges readers into the chilling depths of obsession, power, and possession. When Jeonghan, a university student with a simple life, catches the eye of Seongcheol, a ruthless mafia l...
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The world around Jeonghan was crumbling.
In the days that followed Hyungwon's disappearance, Jeonghan felt like he was walking through a nightmare, trapped in a hellish limbo. His every waking moment was spent haunted by the knowledge that Seongcheol had done something to Hyungwon, something awful. The thought of Seongcheol's cold smile as he delivered the message still sent a shiver of terror through him.
Hyungwon was gone. Vanished.
No one at the university spoke of it. The whispers that usually followed any scandalous event were eerily silent, as though some invisible force had swept through the halls and erased any trace of Hyungwon's existence. No one even seemed to remember he had been there.
But Jeonghan remembered. He remembered the way Hyungwon had looked at him, the way his touch felt like a light in the darkness. And now, that light was gone, snuffed out by the unrelenting force that was Seongcheol.
Every night, Jeonghan lay awake in his bed, his mind racing with fear. Seongcheol hadn't come to see him again, not since that night. But the silence was suffocating, and Jeonghan knew it wouldn't last. Seongcheol wasn't finished with him yet.
He was only waiting.
One evening, as Jeonghan sat alone in his apartment, his phone rang. The sharp sound startled him, cutting through the oppressive stillness. His hand trembled as he picked it up, knowing who it would be before he even saw the caller ID.
Seongcheol.
With a deep breath, Jeonghan answered, his voice barely a whisper. "Hello?"
There was a pause, and then Seongcheol's voice came through, calm and measured, but dripping with menace. "Jeonghan, darling... I hope you've learned your lesson."
Jeonghan's chest tightened, his heart pounding in his ears. "Where is he?" he asked, his voice breaking with desperation. "What did you do to Hyungwon?"
Seongcheol chuckled darkly on the other end of the line. "You really think you're in a position to ask questions? After everything, you still don't understand, do you?"
Jeonghan's grip tightened around the phone, his knuckles white. "I'll do whatever you want... just don't hurt him. Please." The words tumbled out before he could stop them, his fear overwhelming every other thought.
Seongcheol's voice dropped, colder than ever. "You don't get to make demands, Jeonghan. You belong to me. I warned you not to betray me, and you did. Now you'll have to live with the consequences."
