Lee Minho

Intro Title: Midnight Secrets" [inspired by midnight psycho by josh makazoo] Y/N was used to silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the type that creeps in after a storm the silence of being left behind, unheard, unseen. The silence of surviving, not living. Her world was a pattern of gray days and careful footsteps, until Minho walked in like midnight lightning.He showed up at the underground club where she worked part-time not to drink, but to watch. Everyone noticed him. Dangerous in a beautiful way. The type of man who smiled with his mouth but not his eyes. "You always look like you're ready to disappear," he said the first night. "And you look like you'd be the reason," she replied. He laughed. That was the start. Minho was chaos wrapped in charm. One minute, he was bringing her black roses and reading her poetry that made her skin ache. The next, he was gone for days, like he was fighting something darker than anyone could see. But he always came back to her. "You don’t know what I’ve done, Y/N," he whispered one night, his voice cracked like glass. "I don’t care," she said. "I see you now. That’s enough." She should’ve run. Everyone told her. Even she knew. But with Minho, pain tasted like passion, and love felt like a fever. There were rumors. Of things he'd done. People who vanished. They called him unhinged. A psycho. Midnight’s curse. Still, Y/N held on because for the first time in her life, someone saw her scars and didn’t flinch. He kissed her fears. He made her feel real. Even when the world spun out of control, even when he screamed in his sleep, even when she found the blood on his knuckles she stayed. Because Minho loved her in the way no one ever dared love anything breakable.