Everything he knew about love was a lie—until he stepped into her shadow.
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They say love is gentle. Soft. A place to rest your soul.
But the first time I met her… it felt like being dragged under.
Like drowning in velvet, suffocating on roses—thorns first.
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Seoul pulsed with midnight silence, its neon glow reflecting off rain-slick streets like the city was weeping secrets.
Somewhere between the blur of exhaustion and the hum of broken dreams, he saw her.
She didn't belong to the world of the living.
Not really.
A woman wrapped in black, heels echoing like gunshots against the pavement.
Eyes cold enough to still time.
Lips the color of danger.
And a presence that whispered: Run.
But he didn't.
He should have.
To the world, she was just a rumor.
A ghost in a penthouse.
A name never spoken, only feared.
To him, she became everything.
He was an ordinary man—
A college student who juggled part-time jobs and carried his family's burden on tired shoulders.
Naive. Kind. Too soft for the world she ruled.
Too human for her obsession.
But she didn't fall in love.
She chose.
And once chosen… there was no escape.
Not with flowers.
Not with kindness.
With power.
With threats.
With chains you couldn't see—but felt tightening every time you breathed without her permission.
Now, as he writes this in a hidden journal beneath a flickering dorm light, ink smudges mix with something darker.
Blood. Fear. Maybe both.
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If you're reading this…
It's already too late.
She doesn't love like others do.
She owns.
And the deeper you go, the darker it gets.
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Welcome to her world.
Where love isn't given—
It's taken.
Where escape isn't an option—
Only obedience.
Where kindness becomes your weakness,
And obsession… becomes your cage.
Beneath Her Shadow