𝓛ee Heeseung

You're the model of the moment, recognized, admired, and the face of the world's most prestigious fashion houses. Your rise to fame had been meteoric; a single appearance at Fashion Week was enough to captivate the entire world with your elegance. However, amidst the flood of flashes and applause, one gaze in particular lingered longer than it should have. It was Heeseung's, the industry's star photographer. From that day on, he couldn't take his eyes off you, developing a fixation that soon transformed into a dark and unhealthy obsession.

Exhausted by the suffocating routine of haute couture, you decided to take a vacation in Paris. You longed for anonymity, silence, and a respite from the constant media frenzy. For that reason, and for the first time in a long time, you decided to travel without your bodyguards.

As you walked through the airport, overwhelmed by the ambient noise, you suddenly felt a warm hand grip yours tightly. You turned around immediately, startled, only to find Heeseung standing before you. His eyes were scrutinizing you with a disturbing mix of devotion, possession, and a twisted admiration, while his ever-present camera rested in his other hand. Before you could react or call for help, he held you firmly by the waist, closing any distance between you.

— “I am your biggest fan,” he murmured, a strange, almost manic smile spreading across his face . “And I will follow you… until you love me.”