BOOK 1
Yoon Jeonghan had always been the angel the world adored-perfect smile, perfect life. But perfection was a mask, and behind it was a secret darker than anyone knew. Stalking had never been part of the plan. Yet here he was, eyes glued to Choi...
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Jeonghan stared at his phone, the venomous heat clawing up his chest becoming almost unbearable. His vision blurred momentarily as his grip tightened around the sleek device. The headline on the screen blared at him like a mocking laugh.
"Choi Seungcheol Spotted with Model Minatozaki Sana—Dating?"
Jeonghan’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His lips quivered, twitching between a snarl and an unsettling smirk. His thumb scrolled slowly, the tension in his body building with every passing second as he scanned the comments section.
“They look so cute together.” “Seungcheol and Sana are a match made in heaven!” “New couple alert! Sana’s so lucky!”
Cute? Lucky? His laughter started soft, almost breathy, before growing louder and colder, reverberating off the quiet walls of his living room. “Cute? You think she’s lucky?” His voice was sharp, dripping with disdain.
He tossed the phone onto the couch, running his trembling hands through his hair. The strands clung to his fingers, but Jeonghan didn’t notice. His mind spiraled into a storm of unfiltered rage.
They have no idea, do they? No idea who I am. What I’m capable of.
His breathing steadied for a moment, but his fists clenched at his sides. A sickeningly sweet smile crept onto his face. Lucky Sana. Poor Sana. She doesn’t even know what’s coming.
Turning back to the phone, he snatched it up and zoomed in on the image that had been haunting his mind. The photo of Seungcheol leaning closer to Sana, their arms brushing. The crinkle in Seungcheol’s eyes from laughing—that laugh used to be mine. The image burrowed deep into his psyche, setting his veins on fire.
That’s my smile. My Seungcheol. You can’t take what’s already mine, Sana.
Jeonghan threw the phone down again, this time letting it clatter onto the hardwood floor. Pacing back and forth, his thoughts grew darker. He clenched and unclenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.
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He paused, staring at the empty wall across from him, as if the answers to his madness lay hidden within the peeling paint. Slowly, his lips formed into a sinister smirk. His mind replayed every moment he’d ever shared with Seungcheol, every subtle glance, every fleeting touch.
He chuckled softly. “You think this is a game, don’t you, Cheol? You think you can just smile at anyone? At her? No. No, you’re mine.”
Grabbing the phone again, Jeonghan opened the gossip site, ignoring the trembling in his hands. Another wave of comments flooded the screen.
“She’s so pretty, just like him! Perfect match!” “Finally, someone who makes Seungcheol smile like that!”
His fingers hovered over the screen. Perfect match? Is that what they think? You don’t even know him. Not the way I do.
