StarryChan_97
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"Pull the trigger, Detective. Months and months of playing with your head, this will be where you snap."
The voice was smooth, edges coiled in the same cold stoicism it had carried since day one.
Chan exhaled shakily, swallowing hard enough that his throat burned.
"I can't do it."
The words rushed out too fast, jaw ticking as his arm stayed locked in place. Minho's smirk curved, slow and delicious.
"I have done nothing to you in order for you to not be able to shoot me."
Ghost stepped forward, deliberately pressing his chest against the barrel of the gun, rainwater trailing down strands of blonde hair.
"I am not the reason you have lost your head, Chris."
Chan shoved the gun harder into his chest, breath stuttering.
Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. Don't fucking listen to him.
After all this time, he had been too stupid.
"You could kill me if you want," Minho continued calmly, "But we both know that you are too attached to me to go through with it. Your mind is mine. You'll think of me even after I am dead. I curated you into this corruption. I will be the mistake you never stop making. The thought you will not be able to control."
His eyes gleamed, rain mixing with something darker.
"Ironic, isn't it?" he murmured. "That your mind ended up belonging a serial killer. When you are a figure of jurisdiction."
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper.
"And the cruelest part?"
"Is that it is not just your mind that I own, it is your heart too."