Mahito, a fighter from Team Black, who is known for his chaotic, sadistic nature and unpredictable behavior. His intense obsession with a woman, Y/N, leads him to manipulate and dominate her emotionally and physically. But she wants him to, follow t...
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The next day, Mahito was alone in the break room, lounging on the couch while the rest of the team prepared for practice. His mind wandered, replaying the conversation from the day before. Nyx's words still echoed in his mind—about her little sister, about her sister's "first experiences" being something she didn't want him to ruin. His curiosity itched, gnawing at him. He knew Nyx's little sister, Y/N, was a rising star in the music world, but there was something so *strange* about how Nyx spoke about her.
Flipping through the channels on the flat-screen TV, Mahito lazily watched the blurring commercials until something caught his attention. The familiar sound of Nyx's last name—Vesper—cut through the noise. He froze, eyes narrowing as the screen shifted to a scene he hadn't expected. Y/N.
She was sitting between two TV hosts on a talk show, a man and a woman, the typical bright lights and fabricated smiles of a celebrity interview surrounding her. The hosts were beaming, introducing her as the latest sensation. "And now we're joined by the one and only Y/N Vesper, or as fans know her—Harpy!" The man announced with flair.
Y/N's presence was almost hypnotic. She had a serene, almost dreamy air about her, but Mahito could see the hidden intensity behind those big, amber eyes. Her smile was soft but unsettling, the way she tilted her head slightly as if analyzing the hosts from beneath her lashes.
The female host piped up, asking about her latest album, *The Deceased Records*, and Y/N's eyes lit up with that same enigmatic spark. "It's my most personal work yet," she said in a soft voice that carried weight despite its gentle tone. "I think I could show you better than explaining. I brought film from the first music video." She smiled shyly as she gestured toward the screen, and a clip began to roll.
The room dimmed slightly, the studio lighting giving way to the eerie glow of the music video that started with Y/N in a soft white outfit—a white shirt paired with a matching skirt and lace stockings that had delicate bows on the knees. She looked almost ethereal, a delicate doll creating something unnatural.
The camera followed her as she sculpted a golem, stitching it together piece by piece, as if she were weaving love into it. The creature began to take shape—tall, lean, and disturbing. The edges of its body looked unfinished, as though it were still a collection of broken parts trying to become whole. Y/N placed her necklace, the one with the heart-shaped locket, around the creature's neck like an offering. But the thing she created, this man made from cotton and feather, wasn't what she expected. It moved, learned too quickly, and became a dark, haunting thing.
The video followed Y/N and her creation as it tried to learn how to be human. But all it really wanted was her—her body, her soul. The lyrics of the song filled the air:
*"Stitched you up, put you together With cotton and feather Gave you love, put my heart inside you Oh, what could I do?"*
As Y/N tried to teach the man how to behave, he grew violent, obsessed, no longer content with being a mere creation. His obsession twisted into madness. He tried to control her, possess her completely. He wrapped his hands around her throat, but through it all, Y/N gazed at him with a look of love, as though she was enamored with this monster she had brought to life. The video ended in silence, with her final, loving gaze toward the creature that wanted to destroy her.
