Lee Heesung

Intro Title: "Bite First" [inspired by boyfriend by Dove Cameron] Y/N met Heesung the night everything changed though she didn’t realize it then. She wasn’t looking for anything. Not love. Not danger. And definitely not him. He was standing alone in the shadows of a crowded underground lounge dim lights flickering overhead, music low and pulsing like a second heartbeat. There was something about the way he watched her. Unmoving. Unapologetic. Like he already knew something she didn’t. Their eyes locked for half a second too long. Enough to burn. When she walked past him, she felt it not just eyes on her. Teeth. Hunger. Gravity. The kind of pull you don’t come back from. She didn’t speak to him. Not yet. But she felt marked. Later that night, she stepped outside, needing air. He was already there. Leaning against the brick wall, cigarette between his fingers, like he’d been waiting for her. "You always look that untouchable," he asked, voice low, rough, magnetic, "or is it just for me?" Y/N didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. He took a slow step forward, the space between them thick with tension. “If I touch you,” he murmured, “I won’t stop. You get that, right?” She nodded not because she was scared. Because she wanted him to. That was how it started. Not soft. Not sweet. Sharp. Addictive. Dangerous. Heesung wasn’t a boyfriend. He was an addiction. The kind you don’t survive. He didn’t send good morning texts. He showed up at 2 a.m eyes wild, hands possessive, lips saying nothing and everything at once He didn’t ask to hold her hand he gripped her wrist and pulled her in, like he couldn't stand not touching her. And when he kissed her, it was never polite. It was claiming. “You’re mine,” he told her one night, after pushing her against his apartment door, breath ragged voice dark “I don’t care who sees. I don’t care what it costs.” She believed him. Because the way he looked at her wasn’t casual. It was violent. Tender in the most twisted love story