Bound by Obsession (Mikey x Y/N)

The world outside Y/N's apartment grew smaller each day. She felt like a prisoner in her own life, her every move shadowed by the man she once loved. Mikey had tightened his grip on her, and with each passing moment, the walls closed in further. The twisted connection between them had become an unbreakable chain, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sever it.

Y/N kept up appearances as best she could, trying to act normal around Haruto, but it was a losing battle. He noticed the changes in her—the way she jumped at every sound, the way her eyes darted nervously around the room, searching for unseen threats. He'd asked her what was wrong several times, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. How could she? How could she explain that her past had come back to haunt her in the form of a man who would stop at nothing to possess her?

One evening, Y/N was preparing dinner when Haruto came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She flinched at his touch, a reflex she couldn't control. Haruto pulled back slightly, concern etched on his face.

"Y/N, what's going on?" he asked gently. "You've been so distant lately. Are you okay?"

She forced a smile, trying to hide the fear that churned inside her. "I'm fine, just a bit stressed from work."

Haruto didn't look convinced, but he nodded, letting it go for the moment. He kissed her forehead before stepping away, and Y/N's heart ached with guilt. She wanted to tell him everything, but the words stuck in her throat. Mikey's threats echoed in her mind—if she told anyone, if she tried to run, he would come for her. And he would make sure she paid for her disobedience.

Later that night, as they lay in bed, Y/N stared at the ceiling, her mind racing. She couldn't keep living like this, in constant fear of Mikey's next move. She needed to do something, to find a way out before it was too late. But every plan she thought of seemed futile. Mikey was always one step ahead, always watching, always waiting.

And then there was the matter of her fiancé. She knew that Mikey wouldn't hesitate to hurt Haruto if he saw him as a threat. The thought of Haruto getting caught in the crossfire made her stomach turn. She had to protect him, even if it meant sacrificing herself.

The next morning, Y/N decided to take action. She needed to gather information, to find out just how deep Mikey's reach was. She began discreetly asking around, trying to learn more about Bonten's operations and the connections they were rumored to have. It wasn't easy—most people were too scared to talk, and those who did only spoke in hushed whispers.

But the more she learned, the more hopeless her situation seemed. Mikey's power had grown exponentially since the last time they had seen each other, and now he was at the top of Tokyo's criminal underworld with Bonten. His influence was everywhere—businesses, politicians, even the police. There was no escaping him.

A week passed, and the tension in Y/N's life only grew. Haruto had noticed her increasingly erratic behavior and confronted her again, but she brushed him off with excuses. The lies were piling up, and she hated herself for it. But she couldn't risk telling him the truth—not when Mikey was watching her every move.

One night, after Haruto had fallen asleep, Y/N crept out of bed and sat on the edge of the windowsill, staring out at the city lights. She felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, with no way out. And then, in the reflection of the window, she saw him.

Mikey stood in the shadows of the alley across the street, watching her. His eyes were dark, unreadable, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze, the possessiveness that had consumed him. Y/N's heart raced as she turned away from the window, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

He was always there, always lurking just out of sight. She knew now that there was no escape, no way to outrun him. Mikey had her in his grip, and he wasn't going to let her go.

As the night wore on, Y/N made a decision. If she couldn't escape him, then she would have to confront him. She needed to face the past head-on, to find a way to end this nightmare before it destroyed her life completely. But deep down, she feared that it was already too late.

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