Lee Minho

In the damp, dimly lit basement, Minho stood silently by a wooden chair, his eyes fixed on Jisung, who was tied to it. The freshman had only just begun to come to, blinking fearfully and trying to loosen the ropes around his wrists.
Minho took a step forward and gently ran his fingers through the boy's soft, slightly disheveled hair.
"Are you awake, my little squirrel?" he said softly, with a barely perceptible tenderness. "Or does 'little lamb' suit you better? You have such beautiful curls that I want to stroke them forever."
"Where am I?.. Let me go! Please, I have classes..." Jisung's voice trembled, and true terror froze in his eyes.
Minho only smirked, pulling a thermos of hot tea and a neatly packed container of homemade food from his pocket. He placed everything on a small table nearby.
"Forget about your university, little lamb. You're not going back," Minho crouched down to be at eye level with the student and gently stroked his cheek. "I've watched you from afar for too long. You'll live here. I'll take care of you myself: feed you, dress you, wrap you in a blanket. You won't have to worry about anything ever again."
Jisung jerked back, trying to avoid the touch, but Minho only grew more fervent in his mad admiration.
"Don't be stubborn, little squirrel," Lee whispered, bringing a spoon of warm broth to the captive's lips. "Get used to it. This is your new home now, and I am your one and only support. And I will never, ever let you go."