Devil's Revelation

Jeonghan's POV

I jolted awake, my heart thudding in my chest as my eyes adjusted to the dimness around me. This wasn't my room-there was a disorienting silence, a strange scent in the air, too clean, with a faint hint of lilies that lingered without a breeze. Blinking, I slowly took in the surroundings: soft, curtained light filtering through a window, shadows stretching across a queen-sized bed covered in pillows and blankets that felt untouched, as though I'd just stumbled into someone else's private world.

My clothes clung to me, the same ones I'd worn before... before... whatever had happened. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the haze and settle my thoughts. My mind raced as fear knotted in my stomach. I needed to figure out where I was, to understand how I'd ended up here and, more importantly, how to get out.

Swallowing hard, I slid off the bed, taking a cautious step to the door. The cold floor sent a jolt through me, grounding me, helping me push down the panic clawing its way up. I turned the handle, holding my breath, and slipped out into a hallway. Vases lined the walls, each holding a single, perfectly placed flower, petals untouched and vivid in the faint glow of wall lights. Their silent beauty only added to the unsettling feeling that washed over me with each step I took.

The hallway stretched out, leading to a set of stairs. I could hear my heartbeat echoing in the stillness as I reached the top of the staircase. Steeling myself, I descended slowly, each step creaking underfoot. The air was thick, almost oppressive, like the weight of the place itself was pushing down on me.

At the bottom, I found myself in a spacious living room, the furniture arranged neatly in dim symmetry-dark leather chairs around a heavy table, shelves stacked with pristine books, and yet, everything felt... untouched, as though this room was here to look at, not to be lived in. And there, near the far wall, a door. My pulse quickened.

Keeping my gaze trained on that door, I stepped forward, one foot in front of the other, carefully, quietly, desperate not to make a sound that might give me away. Just two steps from the door, I froze. A voice, smooth and cold, drifted from somewhere in the shadows.

"What's the rush?"

The words sliced through the silence, paralyzing me. I felt the blood drain from my face as I turned, barely breathing, to see a figure standing just within the edge of the shadows. His gaze intense, unreadable, like he'd been watching me from the start. The darkness seemed to cling to him, his silhouette sharp, every inch of him imposing. My throat went dry, panic rising and twisting inside me.

His question lingered in the air, challenging, as though he already knew exactly what I'd been trying to do. There was no escape, not right now. The door might as well have been miles away with him standing there, eyes never leaving me.

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Jeonghan's throat tightened as the man stepped closer, his sharp, cold eyes glinting with something that went far beyond curiosity. Close enough now, Jeonghan could feel the intensity of his gaze, dissecting every reaction, feeding off his fear with a captivating yet terrifying edge.

In the dim light, shadows clung to the man, accentuating the hard lines of his face and the darkness in his eyes-a weight that made Jeonghan's skin prickle. There was something twisted in that gaze, something consuming, that hung thickly in the air between them.

"Scared?" the man murmured, savoring the word with a faint smirk that heightened Jeonghan's unease. Heart pounding, Jeonghan was frozen under S.Coups's unblinking stare, his thoughts muddled, slipping further with every second.

"Why... why am I here?" Jeonghan managed to ask, his voice barely a whisper, a question that only amused S.Coups further. He tilted his head, his gaze more intimate than any touch, studying him with a familiarity that unnerved Jeonghan deeply.

"You're here because you belong here," S.Coups replied smoothly, his voice dark and steady. "Because I wanted you here."

Jeonghan's chest tightened, panic bubbling up. "I don't... I don't even know you," he stammered, trying to edge back, only to feel the oppressive weight of S.Coups's presence.

S.Coups's gaze never wavered, watching each flicker of fear. Leaning closer, his voice dropped to a whisper. "You may not know me," he murmured, his tone velvet and chilling, "but I know you, Jeonghan."

The way he spoke his name, so quiet yet possessive, sent a shiver through Jeonghan. Trapped like a moth drawn to flame, he felt the dark glint in S.Coups's eyes, his relish in Jeonghan's fear, every heartbeat resounding between them.

"Who... are you?" Jeonghan's voice trembled.

S.Coups leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable, though his faint smile was anything but reassuring. "They call me the devil," he said, each word deliberate, thick with weight. He let the words settle, his gaze piercing as he finished, "But to you... I am S.Coups."

The name felt final, a promise of something Jeonghan couldn't yet understand but instinctively feared. His body screamed to run, yet he was rooted, lost in the dark allure of the man before him, trapped in the chilling certainty that he was ensnared in the web of someone who thrived off his fear.

The hallway felt suffocating, the shadows casting a chill as Jeonghan's wide, frightened eyes met the piercing gaze of the man in front of him. His throat tightened, heart pounding wildly, yet he couldn't tear his gaze away. The man's face was partly shrouded in darkness, but his sharp, cold stare was all Jeonghan could see, studying him with a strange mix of fascination and something darker, something possessive.

Jeonghan's mouth went dry as he struggled to find his voice, the weight of his own fear immobilizing him. Finally, he managed a whisper, fragile and pleading, "Please... don't hurt me." His words barely broke the silence, but the man tilted his head, the slightest trace of something almost like remorse flickering across his face before his cold expression returned.

"I won't hurt you," he murmured, his voice eerily calm, almost soothing. But Jeonghan couldn't find comfort in those words; every instinct urged him to run, to escape the oppressive presence of this man who now gestured silently for him to go up the stairs. His legs felt leaden, yet he obeyed, each step filling him with a dread that only deepened as he moved forward.

At the top, S.Coups stopped him at a dimly lit room, his voice soft yet final as he spoke. "This is for your safety," he said. "No one will harm you. Rest now... we'll talk in the morning." He shut the door, the lock clicking from outside.

Left alone, Jeonghan's breath quickened, his fear spilling over as tears streaked down his cheeks. His mind reeled, flashes of an old memory clawing their way back-the biting metal of restraints, the venomous whisper of threats echoing in his ear. Pressing himself into the corner, he tried to push the nightmare away, whispering to himself, "Not again... please, not again." The words drifted into the silence, a desperate plea, but only the unyielding quiet of the room answered him.

Outside, S.Coups hesitated, listening to Jeonghan's muffled sobs. The sound gripped him unexpectedly, leaving him uneasy in a way he couldn't shake. As he walked away, Jeonghan's tear-streaked face haunted him, that unfamiliar pang in his chest following him even as he lay staring up at his ceiling.

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