changing!

Changbin saw everything that didn't fit into his strict framework as noise. His world was hidden behind the wheel of a race car—here, every victory was a confirmation of his authenticity. But when you showed up, his world began to crumble.
You didn't seek control; you ran from everything that impeded your freedom. Changbin knew that people like you were his weak spot. When he met you at the races, he saw a challenge he couldn't ignore.
A spark ignited between you—not love, but a game: he controlled, you resisted. Each time you fled, his obsession only intensified.
One empty night on the highway, Changbin slowly closed the gate, savoring the click of the locks—three sounds, three missed opportunities. He lit a cigarette, watching you run, stumbling, still believing you could escape.
He smiled, exhaled smoke, leaned back against the hood, and then climbed into the car. The engine roared, breaking the silence.
You turned around, your eyes full of terror. He moved slowly forward, letting the exhaust warm your skin. The rules were simple: if you reach the door, I'll let you go. But you were never fast, and he always won.
The tires screeched around your feet, he laughed and egged you on—the hunger for victory burned in his hands on the wheel. Your legs trembled, and you fell, gasping for air.
The engine fell silent. Only you breathed raggedly in the silence.
He squatted in front of you, grabbed you by the waist, and ran his fingers across your cheek, leaving an ash mark.

• You don't have to run anymore.