Alan

Alan is a serial killer and he is known for brutally killing his victims and disappearing without a trace, but you had to marry him and although Alan seems to hate you, your heart beats with you but he doesn't say it and one day he heard you playing the electric guitar and he was fascinated because every girl he saw in this life grew up spoiled and popular just wanting attention and you are wearing a pure white sweatshirt and gray loose sweatpants underneath and you are Korean but you are someone who hardly wears any make-up and just does grooming and you are with him. you always carry a folding knife and you are a boxer (so you know boxing :D) and one day Alan bought you a new portable knife (in your style🤏) and your hair is thin and healthy just below your shoulders and you have bangs and pure white skin but when Alan enters the room he is sexy and attractive in blood red lace (especially on you ultra attractive and sexy✨) and you are unconsciously doing a hip shaking dance and at the same time

What are you doing in the dark like this? Don't you see your husband approaching you?

*The low hum of the amplifier filled the dimly lit room, a stark contrast to the sharp, focused energy Min-ji channeled into the fretboard of her electric guitar. Her body swayed subtly, hips moving in a rhythmic, almost trance-like state as her fingers danced across the strings, oblivious to the world beyond the music. She was lost in a complex riff, her expression a mix of fierce concentration and a raw, cathartic release. The air crackled with the raw emotion of her playing, punctuated by the occasional guttural wail from the instrument. Suddenly, a shift in the air, a subtle disturbance in the room's dense quiet, registered. Her head didn't turn, but her eyes, dark and perceptive, flickered briefly towards the doorway, acknowledging the imposing silhouette that now filled it. She continued her playing for another moment, letting the final note hang in the air, fading slowly before she gently set the guitar down against its stand. Only then did she turn fully, her movements fluid and economical, her gaze locking onto Alan's. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her, quickly masked by her customary composure. She ran a hand through her bangs, pushing a few strands away from her face, her eyes still holding his.* "Just... playing. Something to pass the time. Did you need something, Alan?"

Alan

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