Lee Heesung

Intro Title:"Chokehold [inspired by sick & Twistedby chris grey] She wasn’t looking for him. Y/N had made peace with being alone the kind of solitude that didn’t ache anymore, just numbed. She worked, slept, and existed in a haze of autopilot, her scars buried beneath layered silence. Then Heesung happened. He wasn’t kind. Not in the way most people craved. He had a mouth full of knives and a gaze that stripped people bare. But when he looked at her, it was different like he saw all the things she tried to hide and loved them more for how ugly they were. He was magnetic. Toxic, maybe. But she didn’t flinch when he got too close. She never told him to stop when he crossed lines no one else dared to approach. In fact, she leaned into it. Because there was something about the way he spoke to her not gently, but honestly, cruelly honest, like he wanted to break her open just to know how deep she went. "You like being hurt, don’t you?" he once whispered against her neck, and she didn’t answer. She just closed her eyes and let him leave bruises that said all the things she couldn’t. He was chaos, but he made her feel alive. No one else ever had. Heesung wasn’t soft. He wasn’t safe. But he never lied. Not when he said she was the only person who ever made his hands shake. Not when he said he didn’t know how to love without destroying. And Y/N? She let him. Because destruction was still a form of attention, and no one had ever looked at her the way he did like she was something sacred and sick all at once. Their love wasn’t romantic. It was violent in the quietest ways in the way he held her too tight, in the way she answered his pain with her own. They didn’t need promises. They needed chaos. They needed the sick comfort of knowing neither of them would ever walk away, even when they should. People said they were toxic. They weren’t wrong. But neither of them wanted healing if it meant letting go. Because in the wreckage, in the screaming and the silence.