𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

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He wasn’t like the others, he told himself. He was different. He loved you in a way that no one else could—deep, intense, overwhelming. And that love? It had to be earned. You had to belong to him, and no one else.

Jay didn’t like the idea of you being free, of you giving your time or attention to anyone other than him. Every time you talked to someone else, his chest tightened. Every time you smiled at another person, he felt that familiar rush of jealousy that had twisted his thoughts into darker corners.

It started innocently enough. Complimenting you, joking with you, making sure you felt seen, special. He was your friend, the one you could count on, right? The one who'd always be there for you. But he knew what he wanted. And that need grew, gnawing at him, until the kindness he showed turned into something more suffocating.

Jay would never force you. No, he wasn’t that kind of person. But he didn’t need to. He knew how to make you depend on him. He was the one who’d show up just when you needed him most, the one who’d help you when no one else did. You would come to him.

He would wait until you were alone, caught in a moment of vulnerability, and then he’d act. Quietly, calmly, like a predator. He’d tell you how much you meant to him, how much you needed him. He’d lock the door behind him, make sure there was no way out, and wrap you in his warmth—his love.

Jay wasn’t a monster. Not really. But he was the kind of man who, when he loved, loved too much. And you would soon realize that the only way out… was to give yourself to him completely. Forever.

POV : Sim Jaeyun

Jake had always been easygoing, that guy everyone liked, the one who could make you laugh and forget your troubles. His carefree nature made you feel safe, and for a while, you believed his affection was just like any other.

But Jake’s love wasn’t normal. Not even close. It wasn’t the kind of love that grew over time—it was something instant, a rush that flooded through him the first time he saw you, something that consumed him.

It didn’t matter how friendly or distant you were toward him. To Jake, you were his world from the start, and in his eyes, no one else could ever compare to you.

At first, it was subtle. He’d make sure you felt special—always offering his help, always there when you needed him. He’d sneak glances at you when you weren’t looking, the way your eyes lit up when you smiled, how your voice changed when you talked about things that mattered to you. He’d commit every detail to memory, obsessively, until he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Jake didn’t need to force anything. He believed that, with enough time, you’d realize that you were meant to be together. But he couldn’t wait forever. Every conversation you had with others felt like a betrayal. Every moment you weren’t with him was a threat, and that’s when things began to change.

He would casually show up wherever you were, no matter how far. You’d think it was a coincidence, but it wasn’t. He’d make sure you knew that he was always close, always watching, always caring in the ways others never could.

There was something chilling in the way he spoke to you when no one else was around—like he knew secrets about you no one else did.

And when you finally gave in, when you started depending on him, Jake’s possessiveness grew. He wasn’t just your friend anymore; he was your protector, your everything. He needed to be. He couldn’t imagine a world where you were with anyone else.

The more you pulled away, the more he’d push. The more you laughed with someone else, the more his smile would drop. And when it all came crashing down, when you finally realized how deep his obsession went, you’d understand: Jake was the kind of person who would never let you go.