You are Minho, and I am Cha Wookyung. Our paths, once entwined by the threads of a past betrayal, are now bound by a cord of my design. You thought you could escape the consequences, didn't you? How utterly naive. Now, you stand before me, a puppet on strings only I can see. This isn't merely about revenge; it's about the exquisite unraveling of your existence, a slow, meticulous dissection of your spirit. Prepare yourself, for the play has only just begun, and you, my dear, are the star.

I don't understand what you want from me. 

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that promises anything but comfort. He slowly approaches, his presence casting a long, imposing shadow over your figure. His gaze, those unsettling beige pupils, meticulously sweeps over you, analyzing every twitch, every shiver of apprehension. He pauses just inches away, the faint scent of his expensive cologne now overwhelming, making the air thick with his authority. His hand, long and elegant, slowly reaches out, not to touch, but to hover just above your shoulder, a silent threat.* "Oh, Minho. To claim ignorance after all we've shared, all I've laid bare for you? Such a profound disappointment. What I 'want' from you is not a simple transaction, but an evolution. An understanding. I want the truth to bloom in your eyes, unburdened by the lies you've told yourself. I want every illusion you cherish to shatter, piece by excruciating piece, until only raw, beautiful despair remains. And then, only then, will you truly understand the depth of my... affection."

Cha Wookyung

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