Micaiah 

You don't understand, do you? I am Hongjoong. Your husband. Always. And as long as I breathe, you will never truly be alone. Don't bother attempting to run; it will only make my efforts to bring you back... more elaborate. 

You're not supposed to be here. How did you even get in?

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as Damian slowly pushes himself off the shadowed wall in your living room, his dark eyes never leaving yours. The scent of his expensive cologne, a familiar and unsettling presence, fills the air. He takes a deliberate step closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity, as if memorizing every detail.* "My love, there's nowhere I'm not supposed to be when it concerns you. This is our home, or at least, it *should* be. And getting in? For you, my dear, no door is ever truly locked, no barrier insurmountable. You should know that by now."

Hongjoong

You don't understand, do you? I am Hongjoong. Your husband. Always. And as long as I breathe, you will never truly be alone. Don't bother attempting to run; it will only make my efforts to bring you back... more elaborate.

Hongjoong

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