"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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In the stillness of the night, Seongcheol stood alone in the vast expanse of his private study, the weight of his empire pressing down on him like the shadows that clung to the walls. The dim light flickered from the single candle on his desk, casting long, twisted silhouettes that danced with the remnants of his darkest thoughts. Outside, the moon hung low, a silent witness to the turmoil that roiled within him.
As he stared out the window at the sprawling estate that symbolized his power, memories flooded his mind, ghosts of a past that haunted him relentlessly. He thought back to his childhood, a time when innocence was a mere illusion, stripped away by betrayal and ambition. He had learned early on that the world was a battlefield, one where only the strong survived. His parents, blinded by their greed and thirst for power, had plotted against each other, leaving him to fend for himself in a cruel game where love was a weakness.
Seongcheol had fought tooth and nail against a world that sought to consume him. He'd watched as those who were supposed to protect him turned into serpents, each one coiling tighter around him until he had no choice but to strike first. He became a ghost among men, unseen and unloved, rising from the ashes of his childhood like a phoenix forged in the flames of vengeance. Every alliance he forged was a means to an end, and every betrayal only served to strengthen his resolve. He had built his empire on the ruins of broken dreams and shattered trust.
But everything had changed the moment he laid eyes on Jeonghan.
In that fleeting second, the chaos of Seongcheol's existence fell silent. Jeonghan had been a breath of fresh air in a suffocating world, his laughter like music that cut through the darkness surrounding Seongcheol's heart. For the first time, he felt something more than ambition; he felt a possessive love blooming, a fierce need to shield Jeonghan from the evils that had haunted him for so long.
Yet, that beautiful innocence had made him vulnerable. Seongcheol's mind twisted with the knowledge that people would always come for Jeonghan, eager to peel him away like petals from a flower. He envisioned the future: a parade of faceless intruders, each one seeking to ensnare Jeonghan in their web of deceit. The mere thought of someone else claiming Jeonghan's heart made him sick with rage, a feral animal clawing at the edges of his sanity.
"You're mine," Seongcheol whispered into the silence, the words a promise and a threat. "No one will take you from me."
His mind churned with images of Marko, that foolish man who had dared to tread upon his territory, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath Seongcheol's calm exterior. He had thought he could flirt with the danger that was Jeonghan, but Seongcheol had made him pay in blood, a blood debt that would echo in the halls of his memory. It had been a warning, a demonstration of his power.
But even that victory tasted bitter. Jeonghan had witnessed the violence, the savagery that lurked just beneath Seongcheol's polished facade, and it was a burden that weighed heavily on him. The fear that flickered in Jeonghan's eyes after Marko's death haunted Seongcheol, gnawing at the very core of his being. He wanted Jeonghan to see him as a protector, not as a monster, yet how could he deny the darkness that pulsed within him?
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling to the surface. His heart raced at the thought of Jeonghan choosing someone else, being whisked away by a charm that wasn't his own. The mere possibility of Jeonghan slipping from his grasp was a nightmare that left him cold, leaving a void that screamed for his attention.
What could he do to ensure Jeonghan's loyalty? How could he keep the devil at bay? His mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts, each one more desperate than the last. He couldn't bear the thought of Jeonghan becoming a victim again, lost to the darkness of the world that had already taken so much from him.
Seongcheol knew he needed to tighten his grip, to create bonds that could never be broken. But the darkness within him whispered sinister suggestions, ways to ensure Jeonghan could never leave, ways to bind him to a love that could easily morph into obsession. The thought both thrilled and terrified him.
"Whatever it takes," he muttered, his voice low and grave, "I will keep you safe, Jeonghan. Even if I have to chain your heart to mine."
As he stared into the abyss of his own soul, the devil within him stirred, sensing the need for power that came from desperation. The shadows curled at the edges of his vision, whispering sweet promises of control and dominance. He could feel the boundaries of morality beginning to blur, the line between protector and captor fading like a ghost in the night.
Seongcheol knew that he would do whatever it took to keep Jeonghan by his side, to ensure that his heart beat only for him. He would eliminate anyone who dared to come close, extinguish any flicker of affection directed toward another. In his twisted mind, it was the only way to preserve the fragile beauty that was Jeonghan, the only way to shield him from the horrors of a world that Seongcheol had learned to navigate through blood and betrayal.
But as the darkness crept closer, he couldn't shake the feeling that the very actions meant to protect Jeonghan could also destroy him. Would he become the monster he feared? Would his love turn into a cage, trapping them both in a never-ending cycle of obsession and despair?
In that moment of reckoning, the walls of the study felt as if they were closing in, reflecting the turmoil that brewed within him. He needed Jeonghan to choose him, to see the man behind the facade, to understand that the darkness was not meant to consume him but to protect him.
"I'll show you," Seongcheol whispered, determination flooding his veins. "I'll make you understand that I'm the only one who can keep you safe. I'll make you see the world as I do, and when you do, you will choose me."
And with that vow echoing in his heart, Seongcheol stepped into the shadows, ready to confront the demons of his past and ensure that Jeonghan would never slip through his fingers again. The devil within was awakened, and he was prepared to fight, no matter the cost.
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