Dark and pathetic desires

Dark and pathetic desires

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Aug 25, 2025
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When you search your whole life for someone and you still end up alone-what do you do?, Jung-Min waited and waited until she was going crazy. No dating apps helped-nothing did, and then it happened, not her finding someone but someone finding her, but it was too late-she had already died..... But maybe death was also afraid of her because it didn't harm her, no she became it- she became death itself and oh it felt so good to be so strong, not that her heart didn't beat but, she could do anything she wanted and never did she stay dead. It was a blessing and a curse in one. What no one could have guessed was the person was obsessed, so obsessed it hurt; and she knew it, Jung-Min found out when she noticed this woman following her- stalking her, but she wasn't scared no she was intrigued, she wanted to know this woman and maybe even play a game with her.
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He was her stalker. But not the kind that lurked in the shadows with sinister intent. No, he was simply a man in love-too afraid to step forward, too hesitant to risk rejection. A silent observer, hopelessly drawn to the woman who had unknowingly become his entire world. To everyone else, he was intimidating. A towering figure wrapped in ink and muscle, exuding an unapproachable presence that made people steer clear. They never looked deeper. Never saw the quiet soul beneath the hardened exterior. Judgments were made the moment he entered a room, long before he even had the chance to speak. But she was different. She saw him. And more importantly-she liked being seen by him. If he thought he was going unnoticed, he was sorely mistaken. He wasn't a very good stalker-not by a long shot. She recognised his face, the way he lingered just far enough away to watch but never close enough to act. His clumsy attempts at remaining unseen were anything but stealthy, and truth be told, she found them utterly endearing. He wasn't frightening. He wasn't menacing. He was just a man, staring at her from the edges of his own fear, caught between longing and hesitation. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She wanted him to make the first move. She wanted him to prove to himself that he was brave enough to stand before her, to reach for what he so clearly desired. So, with a knowing glint in her eyes, she played along-her actions deliberate, her teasing methodical. She became a puzzle for him to solve, a challenge he couldn't ignore. And with each passing day, she felt the tension coil tighter between them, the invisible string drawing them closer. And really, if he ever wanted to harm her-which was laughable-he wouldn't stand a chance. The only thing he was a danger to was his own fear of losing her before he ever had the chance to claim her.

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