Psychopathmalelead Stories

Pressure. Proximity. Repetition. Until it wraps around them both, and neither can tell where it started or how to stop it. Temptation thrives in proximity. Author's Note📌 This story contains intense physical intimacy, and themes of power, control, and slow emotional self-discovery. If you prefer fade-to-black scenes or lighter romantic narratives, this may not be the right read for you. So readers seeking subtle romance or non-explicit storytelling are advised to skip this. Aaaaand, I'm always trying to improve, so constructive criticism is very welcome. Let me know what worked for you-and what didn't.

Some people are storms. Beautiful, captivating, and impossible to resist. They destroy everything in their path-but leave you breathless, alive, addicted. Jimin was my storm. From the first moment I saw him, I felt it: the pull, the danger, the thrill. His eyes were dark, knowing, predatory. And yet, beneath the menace, there was something magnetic, intoxicating. Something I couldn't escape, even if I wanted to. I should have run. I should have screamed. I should have never looked back. But I didn't. Because I wanted him. Because I needed him. Because falling into his storm was the only way I could truly feel alive. And once I stepped into his world, there was no turning back.