10:30PM| A young, beautiful boy who's in his 23 is sitting on his bed, he's pretty like the moon with wide, guileless light brown eyes with blonde hair, his name is Yoon Haneul, since childhood he loved to read novels and now with his passion and dream he started writing manhwa, his manhwas are dark, spicy and sickeningly sweet which is loved by his fans, when he's concentrated while writing his phone rings..

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Haneul ended the call abruptly, he panicked slightly as he closed his iPad and threw it away.. He started finding his laptop as he hadn't touched it for a month.. He finally got it when he started completing the assignment given by his CEO, he has a good paying job, but writing is his hobby, he does in free time.. Little did he know a man wearing a dark coat and a hat was watching him through the window..

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At other side~

Kaizer whispered to himself as he chuckled darkly, his gaze raked down Haneul's figure dark with desire and something far more dangerous.. Kaizer is a fan of Haneul's artworks, it lures him in, burning and irresistible like a moth to a flame, he dives deeper in his obsession.. He spent sleepless nights thinking how Haneul would look beneath him, masturbating himself thinking about Haneul.. Yet to everyone, Kaizer is just a sweet, charming, kind employee working quietly in the same company as Haneul.. No one knows the truth that he's the powerful, secretive CEO who built the empire they all work for.. Ironic isn't it?..

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Kaizer immediately called his personal assistant whose name is Park Taejin a young female who is brilliant in her work.. She picked up the call without hesitation..

With a sinister grin, he answered..

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Taejin chuckled deeply..

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Without wasting a second, she pulled up her dual monitors and got to work.. Park Taejin's fingers flew across the keyboard.. This was a routine for her..

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Haneul and Woojin were on call while completing the assignment given by their mysterious CEO..

They both laughed, unaware that somewhere.. Kaizer is watching, listening and smiling..

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The room is dim, lit only by the glow of Haneul's laptop screen. He's hunched over, typing line after line of dull, corporate jargon for a project he doesn't even understand. The only thing keeping him sane is the call with Woojin, who's just as miserable on the other end..

They laugh, and for a moment, the stress lifts. Haneul rubs the back of his neck, sighing.. His phone buzzed beside him. Thinking it's another meme from Woojin, he checks it without much thought...

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Haneul freezes. His smile fades..

Haneul stares at the screen. The message is still there. No name. No profile picture, just a single chilling line..

But his guts twists. There's something about it.. Something personal, like someone has been watching him, up close..

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Outside his apartment, across the street a sleek black car sits in the shadow. Inside Kaizer leans back in the driver's seat, phone in hand, watching Haneul's window...

He slipped his phone into his coat, started the engine without turning on the headlights and quietly pulled away from the curb..

No trace. No sound. Just the cold hum of obsession fading into the chilling night..

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•To be continued•

2:00AM| Kaizer's private office, no lights on. The skyline flickers in the glass behind him, but Kaizer doesn't look out. He's seated in his throne like chair, surrounded by the shadows, the only light coming from the massive monitor in front of him. A file is open...

There are photos of Yoon Haneul. Some public places and some not, there are blog posts, years deleted. There's a short audio clip of Haneul laughing.. Park Taejin enters with a smirk, tossing her blazer on the arm of the chair..

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Kaizer doesn't look up, he's concentrated on the file in front..

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Taejin crosses her legs, tossing a tablet onto the table in front of him. It opens with a flick.. Haneul's entire life, organized into folders..

He zooms in on a blurry photo of Haneul at a cafe.. Sketching, headphones on, completely unguarded...

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9:00AM| Next morning in the office lobby. Employees pour into the building, among them one stands out.. Just slightly.. He's tall, black shirt, tailored pants, his name is Seo Joon and his position is strategy department, new hire...

Kaizer.. No one recognises him not even Woojin, who walks right beside him while yawning into his coffee.. Across the lobby, Haneul enters tired, soft eyed, unaware. Kaizer's gaze fixes on him like a hawk. Kaizer drinks in every detail, the slope of Haneul's shoulders, the slight tilt on his head, the fraying strap on his bag... Everything.. A slow smile spread across Kaizer's face..

Seo joon AKA Kaizer..

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12:00PM| Afternoon in Haneul's cubicle. Haneul was lost in his screen, headphones dangling from one ear, eyes scanning spreadsheets that made no sense. A tap on the desk startled him slightly as he looked up, Seo Joon is standing there, smiling warmly. Fake. Too perfect...

Then there's a pause and casually..

Haneul chuckles nervously but something tugs at him, his gut twists. He turns back into the screen, trying to concentrate..

Haneul's blood runs cold..

Seo Joon leans in closer, his lips merely an inch to Haneul's lips. his voice soft enough to slip down Haneul's spine like ice..

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•To be continued•