"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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When Jeonghan's eyes fluttered open, the first thing he noticed was the overwhelming luxury surrounding him. The room he lay in was like a dream a soft, golden glow illuminated the perfectly designed space. The bed beneath him was draped in the finest silks, the furniture dark and expensive, each piece meticulously placed with a chilling elegance. Despite the heavenly appearance, something was off. A heavy, suffocating darkness lingered in the air, making his chest tighten with unease.
His mind was still hazy, but as he shifted slightly, he realized that what he thought was a pillow under his head was not a pillow at all. It was warm. Solid. Breathing.
Jeonghan froze in horror, his heart slamming against his ribs. He turned slowly and saw Seongcheol aka Scoups lying beside him, his arm wrapped around Jeonghan's waist possessively. His eyes were already open, dark and intense as they locked onto Jeonghan's. The calm in Seongcheol's gaze only made the situation more terrifying.
"You're awake," Seongcheol's deep, dangerous voice filled the room, cutting through the silence.
Jeonghan's breath caught in his throat as he quickly pulled away, scrambling to sit up against the headboard. His mind was racing, pieces of the previous night crashing back in. The blood, the violence, the horrific scene he had been forced to witness all of it came flooding back like a nightmare he couldn't escape. His hands shook as he tried to steady himself.
"Why... Why am I here?" Jeonghan whispered, his voice trembling with fear. His throat felt dry, the words barely escaping his lips. He could feel the weight of Seongcheol's stare, the intensity of it almost crushing him.
Seongcheol didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing gently against Jeonghan's cheek, sending a chill down his spine. Without warning, Seongcheol leaned forward, placing a soft, lingering kiss on Jeonghan's forehead. The touch was tender, but it made Jeonghan feel more trapped than ever. He wanted to move, to escape, but his body refused to obey.
"You're here," Seongcheol finally spoke, his voice low, almost soothing, "because you belong to me, Jeonghan."
Jeonghan's world tilted as those words hit him like a punch to the gut. He blinked in confusion, trying to process what he just heard. Belong to him? What did that even mean? His mind swirled in panic as Seongcheol's grip tightened on his waist, pulling him closer, as if to emphasize his words.
"N-no..." Jeonghan stammered, his voice cracking. "I don't understand... Why me?"
Seongcheol's eyes softened, but there was still that dark, possessive gleam that sent waves of fear through Jeonghan's body. He stroked Jeonghan's hair, his touch too gentle for the monster he was.
"You've never understood my love for you," Seongcheol murmured, his tone almost affectionate. "I've tried to be patient, to wait for you to see it... But now, I can't wait any longer."
Jeonghan's heart pounded in his chest as Seongcheol's words sank in. The realization hit him hard, this wasn't just obsession. This was something far worse, something twisted and dangerous. Seongcheol wasn't going to let him go. Ever.
"No..." Jeonghan whispered again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You can't do this. I don't belong to you... I-I can't..."
Before he could finish, Seongcheol moved faster than Jeonghan could react. In one swift motion, Seongcheol was on top of him, his body pressing Jeonghan into the mattress. His face was inches from Jeonghan's, their breaths mingling in the tense space between them. Jeonghan's wide eyes met Seongcheol's, terror gripping him as he felt the weight of Seongcheol's control.
"You don't get to decide that anymore," Seongcheol growled softly, his voice filled with a dark promise. "You're mine, Jeonghan. You've always been mine."
Jeonghan's breath came in shallow gasps, his whole body trembling beneath Seongcheol's. He could feel the dangerous edge in Seongcheol's words, the thin line between love and something far more terrifying. There was no escape. No way out.
Seongcheol's fingers trailed down Jeonghan's face, tracing his jawline before moving to his neck, where his pulse was racing wildly. The touch was almost gentle, but the intention behind it was anything but.
"I've waited long enough," Seongcheol whispered, his lips brushing against Jeonghan's ear. "It's time I make you mine... fully."
Jeonghan's eyes filled with tears, his body shaking as Seongcheol's words sank in. He tried to move, to push Seongcheol away, but the weight of his body and the force of his grip made it impossible. The fear was suffocating, drowning him as Seongcheol's lips found his neck, pressing soft, possessive kisses against his skin.
"Please..." Jeonghan whimpered, his voice barely a whisper. "Don't... I can't..."
But Seongcheol's dark eyes met his again, and the look in them sent a shiver of pure terror through Jeonghan's body. There was no kindness left, no mercy. Only the terrifying truth that Seongcheol had crossed the line into something far beyond love, a twisted, all-consuming desire that wouldn't stop until Jeonghan was completely his.
"You're mine, Jeonghan," Seongcheol whispered against his lips, a final kiss sealing his words. "And nothing will ever change that."
Jeonghan's vision blurred with tears, his body going limp under Seongcheol's weight as the reality of his situation settled in. He was trapped. Completely. Forever.
And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
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