Mine to keep

Mine to keep

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Aug 10, 2025<5 mins
His eyes hunted me in the dark... Now, they're all I know. I thought I was being followed. At first, it was just a shadow in the street, a stare that lingered too long. Then came the photos, the moved objects... and him. Kim Seungmin. Silent. Patient. Obsessed. The night he took me, I thought my life was over. But he said it was for "my own good." That he was protecting me. That he was the only one who could. Every day in this golden cage, I can feel my fear turning into something else... Something far more dangerous.
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