**Crimson Obsession** Obsession cuts deeper than any knife-and some scars never fade. He watches him like a shadow. And Seokmin never looks back. **Joshua Hong** smokes in alleyways, runs fingers over blood-stained case files, and smiles when someone mentions the name **Lee Seokmin**. "You think he's a monster?"* he whispers, lips curled. "Monsters don't make me feel like this." Across the city, **Seokmin** moves like smoke-cold, elegant, and brutal. He doesn't remember faces. He doesn't leave loose ends. But lately, someone's always there. Watching. Closer than breath. *"Someone's following you."* *"Then let them die trying."* Two men. One doesn't know he's being hunted. The other doesn't know he's already been touched. And in the quiet between violence and memory- something dark is beginning to ache. Crimson Obsession: You don't fall in love with a Monster. You bleed for him, Beautifully.

He sat on the floor, shaking-eyes swollen, fists clenched. Ansh's sobs echoed off the marble walls, soft at first, then cracking like thunder. "Why did I think this was love?" he whispered. "Why did I believe in you?" Beyond the half-closed door, a man stood still. Listening. But not moving. Not even an inch. The sound of heartbreak didn't move him-he had trained himself too well. "This marriage is duty," he whispered to himself. "Nothing more." And so, he walked away. Leaving the boy alone-protected, married... But unloved.