Hwang Hyunjin

Intro "Crimson Glare" [inspired by gradient by josh makazoo] Y/N knew Hyunjin was wrong for her the second he looked at her like he already owned her. Not in the way boys flirt in the way wolves watch. Cautious. Calculated. Carnivorous They met in shadows, in the half-light of some underground bar where basslines hit harder than morals. He wore all black, jaw sharp like a warning. And when he smiled slow, deliberate it didn’t reach his eyes. But she followed him anyway. There was no soft beginning. No candlelit dates. No whispered promises. Just tension. Static. A stare that didn’t break. She told herself it was fascination. That’s what people did with danger, right? Stare at it until it burned holes in them. But Hyunjin was the kind of burn that felt good. He moved through the world like he had nothing to lose and everything to break. And somehow, she liked the way he looked at her like she was both. It was late, maybe 3AM. She showed up at his place after one of their fights red-eyed, makeup smudged, biting back whatever pride she had left. “I’m not your Fxxcking possession, Hyunjin,” she hissed, voice cracking. “You can’t keep doing this controlling, twisting” “You’re the one who came back.” That stopped her. He took a step forward, slow and predatory. She stepped back, spine hitting the cold brick wall of his apartment hallway. Her chest rose and fell, every breath daring him. “You want me to stop?” he murmured, voice low. “Say it.” Her lips parted but nothing came out. And that’s when his hand wrapped around her throat. Not tight. Not soft either. Just enough. Fingers cold, grip steady. His body pressed close, caging her in. The air shifted. Her heart slammed. “Say it,” he repeated eyes boring into hers, all storm and hunger and something darker. Y/N’s hands curled around his wrist not to pull away. Just to feel. “You don’t want me to stop,” he whispered, voice dragging like velvet over glass “You like it when I ruin you." [detailed reading] 👆