⚠️ Trigger Warning:This chapter contains stalking, obsession, and emotional manipulation. No sexual content, but it’s psychologically dark and tension-heavy.⚠️ Trigger Warning:This chapter contains stalking, obsession, and gaslighting. No sexual content, but it features psychological manipulation and emotional distress.It started small..just with Yumi sending him messages after class.At first, they were about photography. She wanted to “understand his art,” to talk about framing and light and emotion. But as the days blurred, her texts became softer, more personal.— You always make me look stronger than I feel.You ever get tired of seeing people like this—raw?Yeohan never replied immediately. Sometimes hours passed. Sometimes an entire day. And when he did answer, it was always short, deliberate.> No. People show their truth when they think no one is watching.That one stayed with her for days.She didn’t know that, at the exact moment he’d sent it, Yeohan had been parked ne
⚠️ Trigger Warning:This continuation leans into psychological obsession, stalking, and voyeuristic tension. It’s not sexual in this chapter, but it is dark, mature, and unsettling. Proceed only if comfortable.Yumi started noticing it three days after the shoot.At first it was nothing…just a flicker in her periphery, the feeling of eyes where none should be. She told herself it was in her head. She was tired, stressed, stretched thin between coursework and the insane decision she’d made to model nude for Kim Yeohan.But then the little things piled up.On Tuesday, someone had left a coffee on the bench where she always sat between lectures. Not a brand she drank often, but exactly the way she ordered it. No note. No one around. She had thrown it out untouched, telling herself it was coincidence.On Thursday night, she swore she heard footsteps behind her on the street. Not too close, not threatening, but steady. She turned three times. Nobody. But when she got home, her apartment wi
⚠️ Trigger Warning:This chunk contains explicit 21+ sexual content, graphic oral sex continuation, fingering, penetration, and psychological dominance. Proceed only if you’re comfortable with mature material.Yumi was still trembling when Yeohan finally pulled his mouth from her. Her thighs were wet with saliva and slick, her chest heaving, nipples hard from overstimulation.He looked up at her, lips and chin shining with her release. His eyes were darker now, no hint of the aloof distance he usually carried.“You taste better than I imagined,” he said quietly.Yumi flushed, squirming against the chair, too spent to move away but too humiliated to hold his stare.Yeohan didn’t let her look down. His hand grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes back to his. “Don’t hide. Not from me.”His other hand slid between her thighs again. Two fingers pressed against her, then pushed inside in one firm thrust.Yumi gasped, arching off the chair. “Ah..Yeohan!”“Good,” he muttered, curling his fingers
⚠️ Trigger Warning:This chapter is 21+, containing explicit nudity, erotic tension, voyeurism, and psychological dominance. Proceed only if you’re comfortable with mature, graphic material.Yumi stood at the entrance, clutching the strap of her bag so tightly her knuckles ached. Rain clung to her coat, dripping onto the polished stone steps that led up to Kim Yeohan’s private studio.She had agreed,she had said yes. A full-nude shoot.Her heart was loud in her chest when the door opened.Yeohan stood there, taller than she remembered from their first meeting, dressed in black…button-down shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, collar loose. His face was unreadable, soft-featured but sharp in a way that didn’t allow warmth to linger. He looked almost bored, though his eyes held something darker, something that made Yumi’s breath catch.“You’re late.” His voice was calm and flat.“I..I’m sorry. The rain..”He stepped back without replying, letting her in.The studio swallowed her, It wa
Bree walked beside Jenn, quiet, fingers laced with Jenn’s as they cut across the campus lot. Jenn unlocked the car with a beep and didn’t let Bree’s hand go.“Where are we going?” Bree asked.“Home,” Jenn said. “My place.”“Evelyn…I” Bree started.Jenn slid her a look. “You asked me out. You get me,not commentary.”Bree flushed. “Right.”The drive was short. Gate. Courtyard. Front door. Jenn keyed in and pulled Bree inside. The house was too big and too clean. Bree wiped her shoes on instinct.“You live here with…?”“People who aren’t here,” Jenn said. “Come on.”She led Bree up the stairs, still holding her hand. Bree tried to look everywhere and nowhere at once. Jenn pushed her bedroom door with a foot and flicked on a lamp. Black sheets. A dresser. A chair with a sweater tossed over it.Jenn turned to Bree, close. “Still want your date?”Bree nodded, small. “Yes.”“Then stop hovering in the doorway.”Bree stepped in. The door clicked behind them. Jenn pressed her against it and kis
“Hanging on?.. I haven’t…”“You stop,” Jenn repeated. “You don’t sit that close. You don’t share lunch. You don’t walk her to class holding hands.”Bree stared. “You noticed all that?”“I notice everything,” Jenn said.“Then you noticed she reached for my hand first.”Jenn’s jaw flexed. “I noticed it won’t happen again.”“You can’t control her,” Bree said. “And you can’t control me.”“You’re wrong on one count.”Bree folded her arms across her chest. Defensive. Aching. “So what, then? I lose my friend because you decided I should?”“Or,” Jenn said, and then she paused, like she was combing through the meanest version of herself and choosing something marginally less cruel, “you make a deal.”Bree narrowed her eyes. “What kind of deal?”“You stay away from Evelyn,” Jenn said, and then, because she didn’t like how desperate it sounded in her head, she wrapped it in something else. “And I’ll take you out.”Bree blinked. “On a date?”“A real one.”“Like..dinner?”Jenn snorted softly. “If