Lee Heeseung ⁵

The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hummed dimly above you, casting a sterile glow over the narrow hallways. You paused in front of the closed door to Heeseung Lee’s room, feeling the weight of his file in your hands. The air around you felt thick, as if something invisible was lingering in the shadows. You’d been told of Heeseung’s past—his icy indifference to his crimes, his refusal to accept help. Yet when he requested to see you, insisting that you be the only one allowed near him, you couldn’t refuse. His father’s influence was too great.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you walked in. Heeseung was sitting at the other end of the room, his sharp, unwavering gaze fixed on you. He looked deceptively calm, his long legs crossed casually and his hands resting in his lap. “You’re late,” he said quietly.

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