Han jisung

"Where the Monster Sleeps" [Inspired by "Control" by halsey] No one went into Han’s bedroom. Not his guards. Not his men. Not even his most trusted second-in-command. It was off-limits—untouchable. Until Y/N. She was new. A maid hired to clean the estate’s east wing. Quiet. Careful. The kind of girl who moved like she didn’t want to be noticed. But Han noticed her. The first time she entered his room, it was by mistake. She froze in the doorway—caught in the eyes of the most feared man in the city. He sat on the edge of his bed, shirt unbuttoned, cigarette burning low. Exhausted. Hollow. Dangerous. He didn’t yell. He didn’t threaten. He just said, “Stay.” Confused, she stayed. That night, he didn’t sleep. But he watched her from the bed as if her presence alone quieted something inside him. The next night, he asked again. And the next. Until one night, without a word, he pulled her into bed beside him. No lust. No force. Just his arm around her waist and his face buried in her hair. And for the first time in years, Han fell asleep. From then on, she became his ritual. His secret. His only peace. He didn’t speak much. Just held her. Slept. Breathed. But when someone left a threat on her pillow—a warning to stay away from “the monster”—Han snapped. He burned their names off the map. When she begged him to stop, he looked her dead in the eye.“If something happens to you, I don’t sleep. I don’t breathe. I burn everything.” She should have been afraid. instead, she laid back down beside him that night, tucked herself into the space he’d carved for her. Because even monsters need someone to keep the darkness away. And she had become that someone. The only place the monster could sleep.