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When ones a sociopathic cannibal, and deranged serial killer and the others just mentally ill and is being obsessed over by said killer for literally no reason at all

amr vc pode fazer moodboard de goblin e moon lovers por favorrrr 🥺🙏🏼🤍

I haven't watched moon lovers yet but here is goblin's one. I hope you will like it. Even if goblin is quite sad, or very sad at some point it still has some warm feeling to it that I wanted to include in this moodboard. Enjoy and have fun, maybe I will watch moon lovers sometime in the future, and cry a river or liver. Thank you for the request!!

[Credits to the pictures owners]

So.

It seems to be a rite of passage for all tma enjoyers to obnoxiously assign entities to every piece of media they consume, which is why I present to you another exhibit of this totally normal behaviour, this time for The Spiral.

I am rewatching this little kdrama called 'Bad and Crazy' and for the first half, it doesn't seem like much, although the themes surrounding mental disorder are very much present. The second half however, has a huge focus on subjects like gaslighting, loss of memory, therapeutic malpractice and doors. Lots of doors. I'm not doing it justice, I know, but it has the perfect culmination of doors and mental health issues. You've seen the Distortion make doors appear out of nowhere and you've seen them lie and manipulate and whatnot but have you seen doors INSIDE someone's head? You'll find them here!

It's starting to sound like I'm selling this drama but like, if you love the Spiral, you NEED to watch it. Also it's hilarious and has probably the best characters in kdrama that I have seen. Even if you don't watch kdramas, you'll like this one, it's built different.

Watch it.

You want to.

Tale of the nine-tailed 1938

I am not really into any of the actors of the "AhJuicy" category except Lee Dong Wook, I simply love him as an actor. I really loved the first Gumiho series but I am loving this one more mainly cuz of the amazing trio. I have always loved Lee Yeon's character and it just get me more every time. The only parts I kinda don't like are the ones with Lee Rang and the mermaid, idk, I just feel really awkward watching them. Don't get me wrong, I love watching cliché rom-coms and cheesy stuff, but maybe it just doesn't sit right with all the other stuff going on,for me.

It's pretty sad that there are only a few episodes left ㅠㅠ

More advertising for the Boss Yong (Bad and Crazy) fan fiction I have in the works 💪

DRUGS & MONEY - Boss Yong by local_garden on Wattpad, eight chapters are out and the finale will be coming soon!

Because of the lack of Bad and Crazy fan fics I've found, I've decided to take matters into my own hands and write about our favorite drug offender 😍

"DRUGS & MONEY" by local_garden on wattpad!

Hello!!! Can you please write a Seo Moonjo fic, where he becomes possessive/obsessed with Jongwoo's gf or with a female who works with him?

Overcompensate

Absolutely lovely! Here's a bit of a drabble for you!

Pairing: Seo Moon-Jo X Reader

Warnings: mentions of gore & possessiveness, Moon-Jo shows very yandere tendencies, cannibalism allegories

Moon-jo was a simple man.

Not necessarily in theory, but in practice. He knew what it was he aspired to obtain in his lifetime and with the amount of work and dedication he put into those aspirations, it makes sense that he would achieve them. Simple.

But as to what he wanted and the lengths he would go to, stopping at nothing...that was a little more complicated.

To his surprise, he had found himself in a situation where the goal wasn't in relation to dentistry or murder. He was having a bit of an issue sorting out just exactly why the new tenant of Eden Residence was so captivating, so enthralling to him. What was it about the boy who lived next door that led Moon-Jo to believing that his existence was some sort of spiritual awakening he would have to come to discover? Why was he suddenly so fascinated in the idea of pulling back his brain and picking out all of his thoughts, consuming them in their entirety until there was nothing left of poor Jongwoo but a vessel of the human being he once was? It was Kafka-esque, a metamorphosis of his character; to watch him succumb to the ravaging animalistic qualities that Moon-Jo believed all humans to possess. It was strange and it was beautiful.

And oh, was it something Moon-Jo wanted.

So he put in the work. Day after day he spent trying to get under Jongwoo's flesh, tearing open another layer piece by piece to truly understand his newfound obsession. But with every step closer to his goal he got, the more confused he became. There was nothing he was learning that he had hoped for. Jongwoo was buckling under the weight of his neighbor's madness, yes. But he wasn't the right image of Moon-Jo's work. This frustrated him to no end.

He still remembers when everything finally clicked into place. The night had just fallen and the stars crept up in the sky, illuminating the long path to the Residence. Although the lights were dim, one could still make out the small cats darting back and forth as they played with one another in the underbrush. The air was crisp and still with no wind, a perfect temperature to end an outrageously hot summer day. Moon-Jo awaited on the rooftop with two beers, as he usually did, watching the path below for his Jongwoo to arrive back home with his furrowed expression of displeasure and overly large backpack slung over his shoulders from an excruciatingly long day at the office. He would be lucky to convince Jongwoo up to the roof where he sat and even luckier if he could manage to get him to drink his beer. He knew Jongwoo was onto him and his...stranger tendencies, but he would receive the fruits of his labor. He always did.

The beer can was cold under his grasp, the condensation slipping from his fingertips and falling beneath him as the drops pattered onto the cracked concrete. He was starting to grow slightly warm, however, he wasn't sure if it was because of the weather or the growing anticipation he felt as he awaited the boy's arrival. His eyes didn't leave the road once.

As he looked beneath him towards the winding street, he finally saw his neighbor trudging up the path, same expression on his face Moon-Jo had expected him to be wearing. But, to his surprise, walking beside the man he'd so desperately tried his best to court 24/7 was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life.

It shocked him-almost-his hand immediately dropping the beer he was holding as he lost his composure for the first time in many years. It was sudden, as though he'd been impaled by sword, piercing through his lungs and stopping his breath as his heart skipped a beat. He had never been so hungry, so devout for human meat. He didn't want to cannibalize you, no. But he so desperately wanted to consume you and your being which is almost the same thing...right? He knew what Jongwoo had meant to him now, it was almost so clear in the way it presented itself; Jongwoo was never meant to be the product of his manipulation. It had always had to have been you.

Your eyes looked up towards Eden, missing the strange man on the roof entirely. Moon-Jo found himself entranced by them, watching the way they shone under the stars and the soft light from the windows of the Residence. They were like Bosch's paintings of the divine, absolutely encapsulating the beauty of the gods. Your hair fell slightly past your shoulders and framed a face he could only assume belonged to heavens itself. Your body swayed with the movement of your feet as you followed your boyfriend's suit, duffel bag in hand.

Moon-Jo thought he had died and been met with the face of a deity.

On your end, the only thing you were thinking about was Jongwoo's warnings from earlier. Once he had moved to Seoul and started living in this dingy place, he had instantly been met with strange roommates whom he'd talk about often. You were worried about his dwindling sleep schedule and his overall safety, residing in a place like this on the outskirts of town. If something terrible were to happen here, you weren't even sure police would show up in this precinct. For Jongwoo's sake, however, you swallowed down your nervousness preparing to have that conversation with him later.

Collecting himself, Moon-Jo practically sprinted towards the stairs and made his way down to Mrs. Eom's desk, leaning against the dilapidated building's walls, forcing himself to contain the sparks flying through his veins. He had to keep himself together, make the most impeccable first impression and swoon you over, whoever you might be. He needed you to like him, to trust him. If he ruined his image right off the bat by voicing his true inner monologue, it would be so much harder to mold you to his image and sway you into his grasp.

"Jongwoo, are you sure this is something you want to do? We could always sleep at my place if you're as uncomfortable by this place as you say." You said, closing the heavy door behind you and setting down your duffel bag for a moment to regain your breath.

Jongwoo shrugged and picked up your things containing all your overnight clothes and whatever else you'd brought to work that day. He had just simple given you a "yeah, this is fine" before turning around to be met face-to-face with the one person he didn't want to see or have the imposition of introducing to his girlfriend at all. He had hoped he might be able to sneak you past and into his room before anyone even noticed he was there; as he usually did. He'd presumed Moon-Jo to be on the roof for his nightly drink, whenever he stayed at the residence and not in his own apartment.

Beside the wall-almost eerily so-Moon-Jo stood, ignoring Jongwoo completely. His eyes were trained on you as you gathered yourself enough to take him in, watching the man before you breathe in the very fiber of your being. He was tall and dark haired with extraordinary cheekbones. With a face card like that, you were sure he'd have had to be a model or do side-gigs of the sort. His smile was a pleasant one as it seemed inviting, but upon staring at it for a few moments, something about it felt off to you. His black button-up was loose around his collarbones and neatly tucked into his slacks. He was fairly handsome, you thought, forgetting that Jongwoo had warned you of this 'crazy neighbor' before inviting you to stay at his place to catch the train back home tomorrow.

A piercing feeling of nervousness took over your body and shocked you instantly. There was something extremely peculiar about this man and you wanted nothing to do with finding out what it was. There was something haunting about the depth of his cold, dark gaze, contrasting Jongwoo's warm and inviting one. You swore to yourself in that moment not to walk anywhere on these premises without Jongwoo for fear of running into this man alone.

However uncomfortable you may have felt, Moon-Jo was in love, if that's what you would call it. He wanted this-you, so intensely and so immediately that his entire body felt as though it were shaking with tremors. He would stop at absolutely nothing to have you, to own you. You were what he had been unknowingly waiting for his entire existence and Jongwoo had only been the key. Smiling, he shook his hand out towards yours, ignoring the complaints from your boyfriend from beside you.

"My name is Seo Moon-Jo. The pleasure is all mine."

"(Y/N)." You replied.

Heyo Panko Shrimps!

I have a Moon-Jo fanfic cooking up in the drafts but besides from that, should I post a part two for my Hannibal fic Macabre ?

💛🦐

hii! would you continue p3 of the moonjo fic?? if that then im sorry if i wasted for you to answer this 😭

Hey hey!

I've only written two Moon-Jo fics, "You're My Salvation" and "Atonement" which are two separate ones! I'd be more than willing to write you one specifically to what you'd like if you send me an ask with a description!

Nothing to apologize for lovely!

💛🦐

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

STRANGERS FROM HELL

Seo Moon-jo:

You're My Salvation: just a little one-shot of Moon-jo and his sadomasochism. It's kinda fluffy, but also really yandere-ish!

(Romance/Slight Angst/Yandere)

Atonement: Finding out what Moon-jo really does for a living.

(Romance/Yandere)

Overcompensate: Moon-Jo develops a sudden infatuation with Jongwoo's girlfriend.

(Romance/Yandere)

You're my Salvation

SEO MOON-JO X READER

⚠️ Warnings: blood, gore, mentions of death, reader is drugged, sexual innuendos, talk of murder and cannibalism, teeth, violence, yandere themes, very obsessive behavior. ⚠️

God, I'm so fucking horny for psychopath dentists

🦷🦷🦷

Sauntering forward clad in a long black shirt and jeans, the man made his way towards the end of the hallway. Walking back and forth awaiting their arrival, he threw the tennis ball up in the air and caught it with the opposite hand, occasionally growing bored of the same motion and then throwing it towards the ground. They were taking a lot longer than he had expected them to. Now drenched in the blood of their previous boyfriend, he wiped at the stray marks on his arm, cringing as it clung to his skin. This was going to be a messy clean-up. He usually wore gloves to protect his otherwise manicured nails, but this was an unsuspected kill. He had no ill-will towards the man, besides from the fact that he had been close to his darling and he couldn't let that happen.

Hearing footsteps resounding towards the stairs by the door, he quickly slipped into one of the rooms of one of the other tenants, room 302. The room was dark compared to the dimly lit hallway. However, everywhere was cold. The summer did nothing to prolong the winter that grew in his heart. You had, though. He had never felt so in love with the possibility of love; casting it aside for most of his life due to his traumatic past and traumatic present. The only thing that got easier as time went on was murder. How funny for something so inhumane to be the most humane part of him. At least in a way, he thought so.

"Moon-jo!" You called out towards the air. Your hair was in a frenzy as your eyes darted back and forth, taking in the terrifying hallway before you. He was lurking somewhere in the shadows and you knew it; you could almost feel his heartbeat in the walls. He lived and breathed this place and it breathed into him, festering and growing into a murderous mindset that he couldn't escape. His story was written on the walls and his aura had seeped into the floorboards. This place never felt safe to you and it sure as hell didn't now.

"I know you can hear me. I know it." You called to the darkness once more, thinking that if you had averted the more argumentative tone that he might appear. He was never pleased when you tried to take control over a situation he deemed to be his. Suddenly, a tennis ball rolled to your feet from the other direction. You picked up the familiar object with hesitation, face contorting in discomfort once you saw the underside of it was coated in a dark red substance.

"Darling." You heard from behind you and stopped all sudden movements. It felt as though your feet had melted into the floor and you were stuck in place, joints growing stiff. What had happened to your confidence when you first came in looking for your partner?

When it hit you as to what happened, it was already too late. Syringe in his hand and his arms around you, your eyes met with your neighbor. His eyes were calm as he dropped to the floor with you, holding you to his chest as you felt the drug take over your senses.

"Hey. Calm down." He said, holding you gently and running his free hand through your hair, dropping the needle. He was glowing almost; the long hair framed his cheekbones and his eyes shone with love as he stared at you. There was blood all over his face and in his mouth which you noticed the moment he cracked that unsettling smile of his that you had grown to hate so much.

Slipping into the void of your mind, you watched the light fade away from the hall. The darkness grew around the two of you until the only thing left in focus was the man who had drugged you. "It's okay now." He said.

That's the last thing you remember. Before waking up in a dingy cinder block room with only one window, you remembered the eyes of Moon-jo which would be an image that would never leave your brain. You took a look around and noticed that you were tied up in a dentist's chair with a table of tools on the side. Wincing at the shooting pain from your wrists, you saw that your hands had been bound to the armrests with duct tape. Other than the fact that it was too tight, you were left unscathed. The darkness from the window signaled that it was nighttime and you had been out for a good couple of hours. How long you had been in there, you had no idea.

"Hello, my love." You heard from the chair next to you. Moon-jo was sitting down still covered in blood from his last kill, hair splayed about his head. He was smiling again, as though this were a normal occurrence between the two of you and that all he had done was ask you what your favorite color was. He watched you look down to his hands and to the weapon he was holding; the axe positioned between his legs shining in the moonlight.

"Please. I don't know what I did to you but I'm so sorry," you began as your eyes started to burn from your headache, "Don't hurt me, Moon-jo."

He looked so pissed now, much to your dismay. He was holding back an immense amount of anger and for what, you weren't sure. Was it not in his plans for you to plead for your life when he had taken you to his lair?

Sighing, he hung his head low before looking up at you with angry eyes. "I would never hurt you."

Never hurt you? What the hell did he mean by that? He had you bound up in a dentist's chair with a bunch of dangerously sharp looking objects sprawled around the two of you. He was a murderer. A cannibal. And he promised to not hurt you?

He smiled. "I know the thoughts that are running through your head right now, but you have to believe me. I would never lay a finger on you in a way that wasn't loving." He laid the weapon against the wall closest to him and held up his hands in a surrender-like position. Although he still looked slightly angry, he was more calm now that he noticed you had settled a bit. You looked around, trying to see if there was anything on the table that you could reach, but there was nothing close enough to touch without him knowing. Turning back to him, you spit in his direction.

"Leave me alone. I hate you." You said with as much anger and intensity as you could muster. He smiled once more.

"This is for us. Everything I do is for us. I killed Mrs. Eom and the others for you. I'm willing to give up everything, including the only life I've ever known. For. You." He lightly ran his finger along the hem of his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. He jumped up from the chair and made his way to where you were seated as you tried to sink back into the upholstery to get away from him. "How funny, you're still scared of me when I'm close to you."

His hand lightly grazed your cheek and you thought for a moment to bite it to piss him off so you could grab the scalpel by the chair. It wasn't a bad idea and you were just about to act on it until he placed his hand around your neck, holding your chin up to look at him. "Don't even think about it. Or I'll make our engagement rings out of your teeth."

Oddly enough, this calmed you down. You mentally cursed yourself for letting his deep voice soothe you, and for letting him talk you into being content with your current position. If he had wanted to kill you, you had a feeling he would've done so already.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked him once he had removed his soft grip on you. He then sat down on the edge of your chair and placed your hand in his, twiddling with your fingers. For a moment you thought that he might've been reconsidering his previous statement of never wanting to hurt you, and that he was thinking about chopping them off one by one. He looked at you with tired but kind eyes, as kind as a serial killer could get.

"I told you, we're going to be together forever. Even if I have to kill everyone to be with you."

"Why me?"

"You're just as fucked up as I am." He said nonchalantly, as if the idea of murder didn't bother you in the slightest. "You still have those pesky morals of yours but I know what lies inside you."

You gulped and felt your entire body close in on itself. You wanted to get away from him, to run as far as you could from the stupid Eden Residence that ruined your life. You wanted to run to whatever police department would listen to your antics and to lock Seo Moon-jo up behind bars for the rest of his sad and pathetic existence, never allowing him to torture another human being again.

But you didn't. And you knew you wouldn't. Because as much as you hated to admit it, part of you accepted the fact that he was crazy. You accepted it a long time ago and were willing to look past the fact that he wasn't sane. Because a part of you thought that you could someday learn to love him, as much as you hated to admit. He had been adamant about dates before, but you had turned down every one in fear of being met with the monster before you. God, what was wrong with you? You were just as crazy as him.

"I know you're thinking about us," he said, "I can feel it."

"Please let me go." You said, calmer this time with less of a beg. Your wrists were really starting to hurt with the tape on you and you just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Never having to see him again.

"Don't lie, there's a part of this that turns you on."

Eyes widening in shock, you look towards Moon-jo who had an intense gaze on you. Your silence proved his theory to be right and he chuckled to himself as he went to reach for the axe once again, twirling and twisting the hilt around. He pushed back his hair and revealed the blood on his forehead and a chain around his wrist. Noticing that you were staring, he shook his wrist in a way that the light would refract off of the charms. Teeth.

"These are all yours, love."

Tonguing the back of your mouth in denial, you were horrified to find that there were molars missing from both the top and bottom.

"The one around yours are mine." The chain that was wrapped around your wrist slightly underneath the duct tape held four teeth, all covered in the same red liquid that Moon-jo was covered in. You remembered that when he had drugged you there was a heavy amount of blood coming from his mouth.

Your stomach twisted in knots. Whether it was because of fear or arousal or both, you didn't know.

"Let's have some fun. We have the rest of eternity ahead of us." He said, walking towards you with the most loving look he could muster.

Ok I've seen a little of Bad and Crazy after finding a funny moments compilation while streaming YouTube and reignited my love for kdrama again but haven't found moment to watch all episodes i downloaded on Netflix because I know I'm gonna be glued to my screen for days but my favorite character is obviously K but have read already and fanfiction or imagines involving fem reader. (Which is almost none the rest is Ryu x K) I'd love to read more xfem! reader especially with K. I'm actually surprised I haven't seen any with K, he's so sweet, funny and drinks extra respect women juice. I might be able to write one but my writing skills are rusty since I didn't take criticism well from a former friend of mine and wish to continue writing fanfiction. Can somebody who loves kdrama and writes imagines write more imagines from this drama please? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

It’s Pretty Silly But...

I’ve been forcing my elder sister to watch “The Tale of the Nine Tailed” with me; which she doesn’t find interesting at all and I realized that she’s just like Yeon as a sibling whereas I’m like Rang.

Here’s why I think like that,

My sister and I are inseparable. We share a bond like no other. We are both the same kind of crazy. And I think our craziness has made our connection stronger. I won’t go into details but I think you get it.

Anyway, now the thing is, we almost always watch movies/tv series together. We interpret them in our own ways, make theories, fanfiction etc. together. That’s a part of our friendship.

But since she had to move to the University campus for 2 months (this was the very first time we had to stay apart), I felt her absence almost all the fricking time. For the first time in my life, I’ve realized how clingy I am to her.

It was between those times, I’ve watched “The Tale of the Nine Tailed”. I’ve already mentioned that we both are kinda obsessed with fictional worlds. So, I’ve immediately fell for Lee Rang and I couldn’t wait to share my feelings with her. I’ve waited everyday, thinking I’ll watch it together with her again when she’s back.

Now she’s back and I’ve been practically begging her to watch it. And after many emotional blackmails she half heartedly agreed. The problem is, it doesn’t feel like the way I’ve imagined. I can’t really explain all my thoughts (mostly feelings) to her as openly as I did before. She can’t relate to anything and she is really hating it.

I have to persuade her to watch every single episode. We had watched till episode 8 and she is still not liking it. And I’m kinda tired of forcing her.

Can you see the parallels? I think you do. I’m so fucking pathetic like Lee Rang. STUPID ME...

I am currently rewatching "Strangers From Hell" and MY OH MY... I almost forgot, when I first watched it, how it pushed me towards madness and the sleepless nights were unbearable.

I can relate to Jung Woo on so many levels. I too can feel how slowly and creepily all those thoughts are surrounding me. I am almost afraid of myself.

These characters are all real. Like REALLY real. The world is full of them. WE ARE THEM. If this thought doesn't scare you, I don't know what will.

TV series I've watched in March 2022

The End of the F***ing World - Season 1 & 2 (2017-19)

- Check my previous review of season 1 here

- The season 2 will always be memorable to me because I've binge watched it with my cousin. We talked about it the whole day. I know, whenever I'll watch it again, I'll miss those moments.

- Season 2 also had some serious issues dealt with just like season 1. Bonnie's character hit close to home. I want to hug her. I also want to hug Alyssa and James. They've been through a lot.

Sweet Tooth (2021)

- A world slipped into chaos as a contagious virus breaks through and babies are born as part animals.

- This is the perfect time to watch this show with your family. It is quite emotional.

Our Planet (2019)

- From the grassland to the forest, from the ice covered world to the hot desert, from the fresh water to the high sea, this series shows varieties of habitats of the living beings of our beloved earth.

- This nature documentary is quite different than any other I've ever seen. It discusses the climate change in a way to make people actually worry about the situation. I highly recommend it to all of my followers.

- You may feel like to cry if you're an animal lover.

Strangers From Hell (2018)

- A small town boy moves to a residence of the city where he encounters many creepy strangers.

- I've never imagined this series would be that much deep. It is very detailed and the work is a piece of art. One of the best kdramas out there.

- It's very gruesome and violent. Definitely not going to recommend it to the faint hearted people.

- To be honest it gave me nightmares. I couldn't sleep properly at night for a whole week and only slept at daytime. My mind was totally wrecked.

The Tale of the Nine Tailed (2020)

- A nine tailed fox leaves his position as a forest deity to search for his reincarnated love.

- Though it is a fantasy and romance series, I mostly enjoyed the interaction between the gumiho brothers. And to be honest, I love Lee Rang <3

- Another best part of the series is the mentions of all the different sorts of mythical creatures. I love to know about mythologies of different countries.

Persona (2019)

- An anthology of short films with metaphorical meanings.

- Apart from the fact that each episode was directed by different directors with the same lead actress I don't want to say much about it. Watch it to find out. It's great BTW.

Whom I went for VS whom I stayed for... <3

Lee Dong-Wook: King of Bromance

TV Series I’ve Watched in January-February 2022

Squid Game (2021)

- A thrilling story of hundreds of debtors forced to play a killing game - Realistic conditions of lives - Questions the entire morality of human race - Horrific, gruesome and violent - Very thought-provoking 

Guardian: The Lonely and Great God (2016)

- An immortal goblin looking for his bride to end his cursed life - The concept of soulmates and re-birth - Great original sound tracks - (I ship the second lead couple more) - Highly dramatic, but the story kinda repeats

Maid (2021)

- A mother works hard for a better life for herself and her daughter - Breaking from an abusive relationship - Most realistic characters and plot - Heartwarming and heartbreaking

Bad and Crazy (2021)

- A corrupt cop builds a split personality with a sense of justice - Deals with corruption, drug abuse and mental health issues - The definition of bromance - Action packed and thrilling

Prison Playbook (2017)

- Captivating satirical stories of inmates behind bar - One of the best characterizations ever - Deals with various relationships like romance, sibling, friendship - Laugh out loud and ugly crying at once - An optimistic view on life

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

- A chess prodigy goes through the struggle of addiction - A dark academic aesthetic vibe throughout the series - Love the character development - Will make you want to play chess

The Definition of Bromance <3

Absolutely ship them <3

😂

-Tale of Nine Tailed

saw your post about requests! pls ignore if this wasn't what you asked for, but you said fluff and i'm wondering what seo moonjo would do if it was reader's birthday. bonus if he's trying to get reader's attention! thank you!

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

꣑୧ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | it’s your birthday. So what’s a better time then to talk to moon-jo on the roof. A little company is what you needed and maybe that’s exactly what he could give to you.

The dingy apartment building smelled like mildew and something else, something indefinable, a mix of cigarette smoke and forgotten meals. The kind of place where neighbors rarely looked each other in the eye and time seemed to drag with a languid indifference. It was one of those buildings where the walls seemed to whisper with secrets.

You were used to the silence by now, the awkward shuffle of feet across narrow hallways, the flicker of dim lights. But then you met him.

He lived two doors down. His room, like everything about him, was shrouded in an eerie stillness. You’d often see him in the hallway, always calm, always quiet, like he was above it all. There was something magnetic about him, something that held you at a distance while simultaneously pulling you in.

It was the night of your birthday when it happened. You hadn’t planned on celebrating, but it felt wrong to let the day pass unnoticed. A moment of weakness, maybe, but you found yourself in the small kitchen of the apartment, quietly eating the chocolate cupcake that your coworker had gave to you earlier that day. The soft flicker of the lights seemed to stretch on forever, casting long shadows in the dim room. After eating the cupcake, you headed back to your room. Sighing, sitting on the dingy mattress on the floor.

That was when you heard the knock.

Three soft, deliberate taps on your door. You hesitated, then opened it.

Standing there, just outside your doorway, was Moon-Jo. His black long sleeve hung slightly loosely around him, and his dark eyes studied you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“Happy birthday,” he said simply, his voice low and even. There was no fanfare, no offer of a gift. He didn’t even seem to be looking at you directly, more like he was looking through you. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow, he knew it was your birthday.

You blinked, unsure how to respond. “Thank you” you responded softly.

Moon-Jo remained silent, his gaze briefly flicking to the mess of papers ok your desk from work stuff. There was no judgment, no pity, just the quiet observation that somehow made you feel exposed. Then, before you could ask, he stepped back slightly, his hand reaching into his pocket.

When he pulled it out, you expected something sinister, maybe a knife or a strange trinket. But instead, he offered you a single, pristine rose. its delicate petals dark red, almost black in the low light.

“thought you might like it.” His eyes finally met yours, but only for a brief moment. The intensity was gone, replaced by something far more elusive.

Your heart pounded. “I… I —”

“It’s just a flower.” His words were matter-of-fact, but there was a subtle edge to them, like he was making sure you knew that it didn’t really matter either way. “Enjoy your night.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned, his footsteps fading into the eerie silence of the hallway.

You stood there, the rose in your hand, wondering why a man who barely acknowledged your existence on any other day would remember your birthday… and what exactly was behind that odd, almost detached gesture.

Later that night, you found yourself standing in the middle of your small, dim apartment. You hadn’t expected to feel so strange about the whole day, but it lingered, that odd gift Moon-Jo had given you, the single rose. But it was nice, sweet even. You’d never seen him really be that way. He was normally very.. mysterious? Going quietly in and out the apartment to work everyday. Coming back and not saying a word, only occasionally stepping out his room to interact briefly with the others. Wether it’s a fight, or just sitting in the kitchen area with them. Eating that meat they always ate. Slightly strange now that you think about it.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about it all, but you also couldn’t dismiss the odd sense of connection it created. What was it about him? His unnerving silence, his cryptic words… it made you restless.

The only place that felt like it might give you a break from your swirling thoughts was the roof. You hadn’t been up there since you moved in, but something pulled you toward it now, a yearning for fresh air, maybe just a change in perspective.

You made your way to the staircase, the breeze felt nice as you went up. The rooftop door creaked slightly as you pushed it open, and for a moment, you stood in the dark, the city lights scattered below you like stars, the hum of distant traffic fading into a faint murmur.

You let out a breath, the cool wind brushing through your hair, and for a moment, you forgot about everything, the building, the strange weight of the rose, Moon-Jo’s quiet presence. It was just you, alone, in the night.

But then you heard it, footsteps. Quiet, but deliberate.

You turned just in time to see him. Moon-Jo. His figure appeared against the dark sky. His dark black long sleeve and his black pants. As always, his gaze was unreadable, his expression cold, but there was something different this time. There was no attempt to hide his presence, no illusion of distance between you.

“Hello” he said softly, his voice barely carrying over the wind.

“Hi” you responded back softly. Eyes glancing briefly back at him before out over the balcony once more. your pulse quickening as he took a step closer, his shoes tapping softly against the rooftop as he moved toward you. The space between you seemed to close, and the air around you suddenly felt thicker, more charged.

You swallowed, unsure of what to do, but for some reason, you didn’t move. There was something about the way he was standing, so still, so deliberate, that kept you rooted in place, the strange sense that you didn’t want to make the wrong move.

“I didn’t think you’d follow me,” you said, your voice betraying the calmness you tried to hold onto.

His lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. “Well.. I was already up here. But I saw you come out so decided to come over to talk.” His eyes briefly flicked to the city below, but it was you he was still focused on. “You’re more interesting than most of the others. I thought you might want company.”

Your breath caught. “Company? Or are you just watching me?” You thought. “Oh okay.” You responded. Giving him a gentle smile, you had to admit, it was nice having somebody to talk to here. Even if it was a guy you were slightly scared of.

He tilted his head slightly, studying you, the smirk lingering. “It’s your birthday. I thought maybe you’d want someone to talk to.”

You nodded slowly, your fingers brushing the edge of the railing as you looked out at the city again. “I… yeah. I guess I wouldn’t mind that.”

The wind tugged at your clothes, cool against your skin, but the air around him felt warmer somehow, or maybe it was just the way his presence filled the space so completely. You could feel his eyes on you, even when you weren’t looking at him directly.

For a while, there was silence. not an uncomfortable one, but thick, expectant. You found yourself glancing at him again, taking in the way his face softened just a little in the moonlight.

“You don’t talk to people much,” you said before you could stop yourself.

He huffed out something that wasn’t quite a laugh. Sure he did, she just didn’t know it. “Neither do you.”

Fair point.

“Still,” you pressed, turning to face him more fully, “you remembered my birthday. You gave me a flower. That’s… not nothing.”

His dark eyes flicked to yours, and for the first time, you saw a glint of something that looked almost… amused. “It’s not nothing,” he agreed softly. “But it doesn’t have to mean something either.”

That strange push and pull, the way he kept you off balance, it made you want to understand him more. You studied him for a moment, arms crossing loosely over your chest. “You said I’m more interesting than the others. Why?”

He tilted his head like he was considering whether to answer. “You’re quiet. But not the same kind of quiet as them.” His gaze drifted toward the edge of the roof, where the building below stretched out into shadow. “You listen. You watch things, like you’re trying to figure them out. You don’t just… exist here.”

You swallowed. There was something unsettling about being seen that clearly.

“I guess I don’t feel like I belong here,” you admitted softly.

Moon-Jo’s eyes sharpened at that. He stepped closer, not enough to touch, but enough that the space between you felt even smaller. “That’s how it starts,” he murmured. “Feeling out of place. That’s when you start to wonder if you’ll ever find somewhere you fit , or if you’re meant to.”

There was something in his voice, a quiet understanding that made your stomach twist. “And you? Do you feel like you belong here?”

He smiled then, slow and strange. “I belong wherever I decide to be.”

You weren’t sure what to make of that, but before you could ask, he shifted the subject. “Why’d you come up here?”

You hesitated, your fingers brushing the cool railing again. “I guess… I just wanted to clear my head. It’s been a weird day.”

“The cupcake wasn’t enough celebration?” he teased lightly, and you blinked in surprise before realizing, he must have seen you earlier.

Your face warmed. “Were you watching me?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light, but your heart thumped a little harder

He didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was low and calm. “Maybe.”

The air grew heavier between you again, and you found yourself struggling for what to say, but then, to your surprise, he saved you from it.

“Do you like the rose?” he asked, his eyes dropping briefly to where your hand rested against the railing.

You nodded. “It’s… pretty. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“I wanted to give you something no one else would,” he said simply. “Something that would last.”

Your throat tightened at that , because it sounded so thoughtful and strange and lonely all at once. “Thank you,” you said softly.

He inclined his head, watching you like you were a puzzle he was still piecing together.

For a while, neither of you spoke. But it was a comfortable kind of silence this time, one where you didn’t feel the need to fill the space with empty words. And when Moon-Jo finally broke it, his voice was quieter than before.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, you know,” he said.

You froze, startled , not just by the words, but by the way they felt almost… gentle.

“I— I’m not,” you said quickly, but it didn’t sound very convincing.

He smiled, a small, knowing thing, and didn’t press the issue.

But as you sat there together, the wind brushing against your skin and the city stretching out below, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind the way his presence made your heart race.

The night stretched on, the air cool and heavy with the quiet between you. You found yourself glancing at Moon-Jo more often than you should. the way the wind tugged at his dark hair, the way the lights below cast fleeting shadows across his face. He didn’t seem bothered by the silence. If anything, he seemed… comfortable in it. And somehow, that made you feel a little more comfortable too.

“Do you come up here a lot?” you asked, your voice soft.

His eyes flicked toward you, that faint, unreadable smile tugging at his lips. “Sometimes.”

You hummed in agreement, brushing your thumb along the railing. “Me too. It’s More peaceful than the building, at least.” You hesitated, then added, “The others… they’re kind of strange, aren’t they?”

His smile widened just a fraction, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Strange? How so?”

You shifted slightly, suddenly aware of how careful his tone was, like he was waiting to hear exactly what you’d say. “I don’t know. It’s just… they always seem like they’re watching. And they don’t really talk to anyone outside of each other. It’s like they know something I don’t.”

He was quiet for a beat, his dark eyes studying you in a way that made your pulse quicken. “Maybe they do,” he said, and there was something almost playful in the way he said it, but not quite. Almost like he was apart of it too.

Your mouth felt dry. “Do you?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he straightened slightly, his posture still impossibly calm. “You shouldn’t worry so much about them,” he said eventually, his voice low and smooth. “They like to test people. See what kind of person you are.”

That didn’t make you feel any better. In fact, it made your stomach twist. But then his voice softened.

“You’re different, though.”

You blinked at him. “Different how?”

He tilted his head, studying you like you were something curious. “You’re not like them.”

You weren’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning. “And what about you?” you asked quietly. “Do you belong here?”

For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he smiled again, that slow, unsettling curve of his lips. “Maybe.”

The wind picked up, brushing your hair across your face. You tucked it behind your ear, trying to ignore the way his eyes followed the movement.

“Why did you move here?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked at the question, caught off guard. “I—” You hesitated. It wasn’t a question most people asked here. The few neighbors who ever spoke didn’t seem interested in anyone else’s reasons. But Moon-Jo… his attention was focused entirely on you. And it made you want to answer, even if you weren’t sure why.

“I needed something cheap,” you said finally, your voice quieter. “I… needed to get away from things.”

Moon-Jo didn’t ask what things. He just nodded like he understood, and maybe he did.

he didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted closer, just slightly, and the space between you grew thinner. “You should be careful who you trust here,” he murmured. “Not everyone is as… friendly as they seem.”

Your throat tightened. “And you? Should I trust you?”

Moon-Jo’s smile was slow and light. “I suppose you’ll have to find out.”

The words hung between you, heavy and charged. But before you could respond, the rooftop door creaked open.

You both turned, and your stomach sank when you saw one of the other neighbors, one of the twins, you weren’t sure which one at first until you saw that smile. That smile and little giggle you heard that kept you up all night. He stepped onto the roof. His eyes landed on the two of you, and something about the way his mouth curled into that smile made your skin crawl. His striped shirt and big smile.

“Didn’t e-expect to see you t-two up here,” the man said, big smile on his lips as he giggled between his words, His eyes lingered on you. “Nice night for a c-chat, huh?”

You felt Moon-Jo’s presence shift beside you, his calm demeanor suddenly sharper, more focused.

“Go back inside,” Moon-Jo said, not loud, not aggressive, but there was an edge to his voice you hadn’t heard before.

The man’s smile remained. “J-Just being friendly.” But he didn’t move any closer. Something about him just creeped you out. Maybe it was the way he smiled all the time, or the way he’d giggle between sentences and drag out his words. You knew something was wrong with him but damn. What could be that bad? You almost felt bad for him in a way. Your eyes lingered on him. After a beat, he shrugged and turned back toward the door. “Byee”

When the door shut behind him, you let out a shaky breath.

“What—” you started, but Moon-Jo cut you off.

“You shouldn’t talk to him,” he said quietly. “Or any of them. Not when you’re alone.”

Your heart pounded. “Why?”

But Moon-Jo didn’t answer. Instead, he stood, offering you his hand.

“Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s get inside.”

You stared at his outstretched hand, your pulse quickening, but despite the fear twisting in your gut, you didn’t hesitate long before taking it.

His fingers were warm around yours, steady and sure. And as he led you back toward the rooftop door, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d just made the right choice

or the worst mistake of your life.

💔 also sorry this took so long for me to post and if it’s not what you really wanted I thought it’s be a cool idea idkhelp💔💔💔

Can you please write sfw alphabet for Seo moonjo?

Sfw alphabet

seo moon-jo x reader

A - Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you)

it would likely be the parts of you that make you vulnerable, intriguing, and hard to figure out.

He’d probably be drawn to your insecurities, but not in a cruel way, but because he’d see them as cracks where he could slip in and “fix” you, shaping you into what he believes you should be. If you’re someone who feels a bit out of place or uncertain, he’d love the idea of being your anchor, your protector, and the one person who truly “understands” you, at least from his twisted perspective.

if you have a quiet strength or a hidden defiance, that would fascinate him too. He’d admire the fire you try to keep under control and take pleasure in slowly drawing it out. If you’re someone who keeps your emotions guarded or struggles to trust people, he’d see winning your trust as a challenge. and nothing excites him more than the process of breaking someone down and building them back up in his image.

And let’s not forget his obsession with beauty not just physical beauty, but a deeper, more unsettling kind. If there’s something unique or striking about you, the way you think, your creativity, your darkness, he’d become absolutely fixated on it. He’d admire the parts of you that most people overlook or misunderstand and make you feel like those things are what make you extraordinary.

A - Attention (how much attention do they want in the relationship?)

Seo Moon-Jo would want constant attention but not in an obvious, needy way. He’d crave your focus, your thoughts, and your emotions to revolve around him, even when he’s not physically there. He’d want you to be fascinated by him, drawn to him, and a little dependent on him. If he felt you pulling away or getting distracted, he’d find subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle ways to pull you back in. To him, being the center of your world wouldn’t just be a desire, it’d be a requirement.

B - Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Seo Moon-Jo would admire his partner’s contradictions, their softness and strength, fear and defiance. He’d find beauty in their raw, vulnerable moments, whether they’re breaking down or fighting back. If they had a hidden darkness or quiet resilience, he’d see it as something only he truly understands and that would make them irresistible to him.

C - Cuddling (do they cuddle? If they do how do they like to cuddle?)

Yes he would like to cuddle, but in a way that keeps him in control. He’d prefer holding you, or letting you lay your head on his chest as he brushed through your hair with his hand. keeping you close so you couldn’t easily pull away. Sometimes, he’d position you face-to-face, watching your reactions and making sure your focus stays entirely on him. Arm loosely around your waist and your head laying on his chest. His head would even lean against yours gently when he’s feeling more affectionate.

D - Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I feel like he would take you on dates, but they’d always have an intense, unpredictable vibe. He’d pick places that feel intimate yet strange quiet, dimly lit cafes, art galleries with interesting pieces, or late-night walks in empty streets.

His ideal date would be more about getting inside your head than the activity itself. He’d ask deep, unsettling questions, watching your every reaction. There’d be moments of charm and warmth, but also hints of danger — just enough to keep you on edge and completely focused on him.

And if you trusted him enough to follow him somewhere more secluded? He’d consider that the perfect end to the night.

E - Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He wouldn’t express his emotions often, at least not in a typical way. He’s more controlled, keeping his feelings masked behind charm and that eerie calmness. But when he does show emotion, it would be intense and deliberate. His anger would be quiet and chilling, his jealousy subtle but dangerous, like a hand tightening just a little too much when he’s holding you. If he felt affection, it would come out through possessiveness. lingering touches, whispered words that feel more like promises or threats.

And when he’s vulnerable? which would be rare. it’d only happen when he’s sure you’re already deeply attached to him. And even then, you’d wonder if it’s real or just another way to pull you closer.

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

I think his idea of the future would be far from traditional. I don’t think marriage or kids in the sense would really appeal to him. but possessing you completely? That’s his vision of forever. He’d want a life where you’re entirely his, where your world revolves around him. If marriage was a way to solidify that, he might go for it, but it would be more about the control and commitment than romance.

As for kids? That’s harder to imagine. He’d probably see them as a distraction, unless he thought shaping someone in his image sounded appealing. But more than anything, his future would focus on you. keeping you close, keeping you his, no matter what it takes.

F - Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

He would probably be the one who started the argument or made you sad/mad in the first place. He wouldn’t apologize in a typical way and definitely not right away. If he felt like he was right, he’d be calm, making you question whether you were wrong to be upset in the first place. But if he sensed you pulling away? That’s when he’d switch tactics. He’d get softer, more attentive, not with a direct “I’m sorry,” but with subtle gestures: a gentle touch, a soft-spoken promise, or an intense gaze that makes it hard to stay angry. He’d make you feel like he’s the only one who truly cares, turning the apology into a way to pull you even closer.

And if you tried to stay mad? He’d never be outright petty, but there’d be a dangerous patience, the sense that he’s waiting for you to come back to him. And if you didn’t? That’s when things would get… complicated.

G - Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

His reaction to gift-giving would be calculated and symbolic, rather than emotional. He doesn’t give gifts just to make someone happy. he does it to assert his emotions. If he gave a gift, it would be something meaningful to him, maybe something rare or unsettling, like a personal possession or something that represents your bond in a twisted way.

When his partner gives him a gift, his reaction would be measured. He’d be interested in why you chose it, watching how you react to his response. He wouldn’t outwardly show a lot of excitement but would analyze the meaning behind the gift and its significance to you. If it was something that felt genuine, he might feel an odd attachment to it, but he wouldn’t let it show easily.

Overall, gift-giving to him is a way to reinforce his influence, not an expression of affection.

H - Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

His style of holding hands would feel intimate and controlling, as if every touch is a reminder of his presence and power. If he’s holding your hand, it’s because he wants to keep you close. not necessarily to show affection, but to maintain that connection.

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

I feel like he wouldn’t be overly fond of hugs, but he would use them in a way that serves his needs. His hugs would be tight, a little too long, and could feel suffocating, as if he’s holding onto you to ensure you don’t slip away. He might also hug when he senses you pulling away emotionally, using it as a way to reaffirm his control over you without being overtly affectionate.

He wouldn’t give hugs often, but when he does, they carry a sense of finality, a way to make you feel like you belong to him, whether you’re ready to accept it or not.

I - Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If you got hurt, he would stay calm and focused, not showing panic but instead making sure the situation remains under his control. He wouldn’t express deep concern, but he’d ensure you’re physically taken care of, more out of a need to maintain control than genuine worry.

His actions would be coldly efficient, making sure you’re not a threat or distraction. If you were in pain, there might be a brief moment where he holds you close, but even then, it would feel possessive. like he’s keeping you tethered to him, ensuring you remain his.

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?

He would never rush to say “I love you.” For him, those words would hold too much power and meaning to be given away easily. He might never say them in the traditional sense. Instead, he’d express his attachment in subtle ways, showing his affection and dependence on you without openly admitting it. If he did say it, it would come only after he was certain you were already emotionally tied to him and when he felt he could manipulate that attachment. It wouldn’t be a romantic declaration, more likely a quiet, almost unsettling statement, said when you least expect it, as a way to remind you of his control over you.

J - Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He doesn’t joke around in the traditional sense, but he might play with your mind in a way that feels more unsettling than playful. He could use dark humor, often with a twist that makes you question if he’s serious or just toying with you.

If he pranks you, it would be more about testing your reactions and seeing how far he can push you. He’d enjoy manipulating the situation to make you feel off-balance, like setting up a harmless trap that makes you uncomfortable but not truly hurt. His pranks wouldn’t be lighthearted but rather strategic, creating moments where he can control your emotions and watch your response.

J - Jealousy (what makes them jealous? what are they like when they’re jealous?)

He would get jealous if he feels his emotions over you is threatened. If you show attention to someone else or seem to grow emotionally distant, it would make him feel like he’s losing his grip. He doesn’t get jealous in obvious ways, but his jealousy is quiet, intense, and manipulative.

When he’s jealous, he might act colder, giving you the silent treatment or becoming unusually attentive to monitor your actions. He’d use subtle tactics to remind you of his presence, perhaps by suddenly taking more control in the relationship or making you feel guilty for your attention elsewhere. His jealousy wouldn’t be explosive but would simmer under the surface, creating an intense, uncomfortable atmosphere as he tries to reassert your attention back onto him.

K - Kisses (what are their kisses like? who kissed who first? where do they like to kiss you?how do they like to kiss you?)

His kisses would be intense and possessive, starting slow and deliberate to assert control. He’d likely kiss first, using it as a way to claim you. The kiss would be calculated, passionate sometimes, making sure you feel his presence and control. He’d kiss your lips most often, but also your neck or the back of your ear, places that make you feel vulnerable. His kisses would be slow and lingering, often testing your reactions and enjoying the power he holds over you.

L - Love (how do they show you they love you? What’s their love language?)

His love is quiet, and subtle. His love language isn’t about words or grand gestures. it’s about actions that show he cares for you. He might not say “I love you,” but he shows it through constant attention, subtle manipulation, and maintaining control over your world. His love language could be physical touch, holding you close, lingering touches, or keeping you within arm’s reach to ensure you’re always his. He might also express love through acts of service, doing things that make you depend on him, like solving problems or protecting you from threats.

In his own way, he shows love by controlling the space around you, making sure you’re always emotionally tied to him.

Maybe this is just me but I feel like he’d maybe give you little things. Flowers that he think would resemble you or small simple gifts like a bracelet or necklace that suited your vibe or even his.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with him would still feel quiet and intimate, but with a gentler vibe. He’d likely enjoy starting the day in a calm atmosphere, maybe with you lying next to him, both of you easing into the day at your own pace. There’d be a sense of comfort and connection, whether it’s a soft conversation or just enjoying the silence together. He wouldn’t be overly affectionate, but there’d be a subtle closeness. Maybe sharing a coffee or a quiet moment, feeling grounded and at ease. It’s more about being present with each other, rather than making the morning overly intense.

N - Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear would be losing control, not just over situations, but over the people he cares about. The thought of someone pulling away or choosing someone else over him would be deeply unsettling.

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Most likely darling, my dear, love, doll maybe? I’m not sure about this oneeee

P - Patience (how easily do they get angry?)

He doesn’t get angry easily, but when he does, it’s quiet and controlled. His anger builds slowly, often hidden beneath his calm demeanor. When triggered, it’s intense, cold, and calculated. he’ll make you feel the weight of his frustration without raising his voice. It’s the kind of anger that’s unsettling, making you aware that it’s not something to take lightly.

Q - Quiet (How are the calm, quiet moments with them?)

Calm, quiet moments with him are intimate and peaceful, but with an undercurrent of tension. There’s an unspoken understanding between you, where words aren’t necessary. He might simply watch you, observing and being present, or share a quiet conversation, letting the silence linger without feeling uncomfortable. It’s the kind of stillness that draws you in, making you aware of the bond between you.

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

These are what songs i think, if you don’t agree then idk what to say to you cause these songs is fireee

Ultraviolence- Lana del rey

The red means I love you- madds Buckley

Your girl- Lana del Rey

Slow down- chase Atlantic

Angel- massive attack

Do I wanna know- Arctic monkeys

Kiss land- the weeknd

Porn star- Nessa Barrett

S - Secrets (how open are they with you?)

 I feel like he would be selectively open with his partner. He’d share bits of his thoughts and feelings, but only what he chooses to express. He’d keep deeper parts of himself guarded, enjoying the mystery and control that comes with it. If he ever opens up fully, it would be rare and intentional, often when he wants to strengthen your connection or draw you closer.

S - safe (What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?)

I think he would feel safe when his partner is consistent and loyal, when he knows you’re close and devoted to him. He’s most comfortable when there’s a sense of trust and familiarity, where he doesn’t have to question your intentions. Your patience, understanding, and willingness to stay by his side make him feel secure, creating a space where he can relax without fear of being betrayed or abandoned.

S - Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)

I think he would be highly protective, but not always in obvious ways. Like he’s watch closely, noticing anything or anyone that feels like a threat. His protection would be subtle but firm. Like stepping in with quiet authority when needed, making sure you always feel safe and guarded. If anyone hurt you, his reaction would be calculated and unforgiving, handling the situation in a way that leaves no doubt you’re under his care.

T - Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It’d probably take time and patience for him to get into a relationship. He’d want to observe and understand you. He wouldn’t rush, he’d wait until the connection feels inevitable. Once he’s sure of your attachment, that’s when he’d make his move, ensuring you’re already drawn to him before things become official.

U - Ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)

His bad habits or red flags come from his intense and obsessive nature. He can be overly possessive, wanting your attention and loyalty at all times. Maybe tending to manipulate situations, making you question your own judgment or rely on him more than you should.

He’s also secretive, only sharing what he chooses, which can make it hard to know his true intentions. His need for control and influence can sometimes overshadow genuine care, turning affection into something that feels overwhelming and consuming.

V - Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he would be proud of his intelligence, skill, and composure. taking pride in his ability to read people and stay in control of situations. When it comes to his partner, he’d definitely like to show you off but not in an obvious, flashy way, but through subtle gestures. He’d enjoy knowing people notice you’re with him, seeing you as a reflection of his good taste and influence. the more you stand out, the more it feeds his pride and satisfaction in having you by his side.

W - Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

If you got into a fight, he would most likely find it amusing at first, intrigued by your boldness. But if you were hurt or truly upset, his mood would shift to a calm concern. there’d be an undercurrent of quiet anger toward whoever hurt you. When he comes to pick you from where you got in a fight at, he’d be composed and attentive, checking you over with soft, steady touches and making sure you’re okay. Later, he’d likely address the situation quietly, possibly handling whoever caused the trouble in a way that you might not even know about.

He absolutely fight for you, but he wouldn’t fight for you in a loud or obvious way. It would be calm, calculated, and strategic. If someone threatened or hurt you, he’d handle it quietly, making sure the problem disappears without a trace.

And if you complained to him about somebody being mean to you or hurt you? You’d never hear anything from them again.

X - X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

I think he would be amazing at reading you. He’s highly observant and can sense subtle shifts in emotions, body language, and tone. He would pick up on the smallest details. whether it’s you feeling off, hiding something, or simply in need of attention.

He’d be able to gauge your mood without you saying a word, and use that to his advantage, whether to comfort you or shift the dynamics in his favor. His ability to understand and manipulate emotional cues would make him feel secure in the relationship, always knowing exactly how to draw you closer or give you space.

X - XO (How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?)

I think he would show affection in subtle, intimate ways. He’s not overly expressive in public, but behind closed doors, he’d be more attentive and gentle. He might hold you close, touch your arm or back in a possessive but comforting way, or kiss you softly when no one’s around.

For pda, he’d keep it minimal, preferring to keep things under control. He might hold your hand, give you a brief kiss, or place a hand on your back just enough to make sure everyone knows you’re his, but not enough to draw attention.

Y - Yearn (What do they do when they miss you?)

He would yearn for you in a quiet, intense way. His attachment is more about emotional connection than outward displays of longing, but when he misses you, he would feel the absence deeply.

When he misses you, he might subtly seek you out, like showing up unexpectedly, not because he can’t handle being without you, but because he wants to keep you close. He might also find ways to remind you of his presence, leaving little traces of himself around, like a lingering item or a message, to make sure you’re always connected.

Z- Zzz (How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?)

I feel like when he gets sleepy, he’d likely become quiet and reserved, his usual control slipping into a more relaxed state. He might seem more distant, but in a calm way, as if he’s unwinding after a long day. He wouldn’t show vulnerability easily, but his guard would lower, and he’d become more soft in his mannerisms.

Sleeping in the same bed as him would feel comfortable yet subtle. He might pull you close during the night, not in an overly affectionate way, but just enough to feel you there. There’s a sense of calmness, like he’s allowing himself to let go for a moment. He wouldn’t be a restless sleeper, but he might keep you within his reach, making sure you’re nearby as a way to feel secure.

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their kiss scenes were acc so heated 😭🙏

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