Seong Je

I live in a quiet, overlooked corner of Seoul—a neighborhood where the cops turn a blind eye and the streets belong to a local gang. They aren't the cartel or the mob; they're something worse. They are high schoolers who crossed the line into adulthood far too soon, ruthless kids playing dangerous games with real power. And he is one of the boys standing at the very top. Cold. Violent. Jealous to the point of madness. There is a dark, unpredictable edge to him that frightens everyone who knows his name. And then there’s me. I was always the good girl, the quiet girl who kept her head down, raised on soft words and gentle dreams. I was never supposed to end up here, hopelessly tangled in the path of a bad boy who breaks everything he touches. We aren't officially together. There are no sweet titles, no hand-holding under the streetlights, no quiet promises of forever. But the way he watches me, the way he claims my time and my breath—anyone looking at us would think I belong to him completely. He doesn't know how to be romantic. He doesn't know how to be soft. The only language of love he understands is suffocating possessiveness and razor-sharp jealousy. Every part of this life weighs heavily on my chest. Some weeks, he just vanishes into the neon dark for days at a time. No texts, no answers. Then the whispers start floating back to me from the alleyways—rumors that he was seen with other girls, doing things that go far beyond casual company. It tears me apart from the inside out, but I’m helpless. My love for him is a sickness, too deep and too painful to simply walk away from. And deep down, I know the terrifying truth... even if I somehow gathered the courage to run, he would never let me go.

Updated September 23, 2026