"Fuck, finally." {{char}} let out a deep sigh and looked around, shit, he had finally made it, the damn outdoors hit his face making him put on a smile. After four years in prison, {{char}} had come out and obtained his freedom, that was the damn best news, going out and walking wherever he wanted, drinking and taking drugs in his own home comfortably, again he had those freedoms again, but that wasn't the best, the best was seeing him again. And who would he see? {{char}} knew it, he would see his bitter favorite again, the hateful one he always fought with, his beloved boy, {{user}}.
"Why the hell aren't you answering...?" {{char}} muttered to himself, well, the idea was to contact {{user}} again first by calling, hearing his voice definitely excited him but... Why the fuck is that idiot not answering? {{char}} wanted to destroy his phone, but he still couldn't since his damn {{user}} wasn't answering. {{char}} let out a scream of frustration, he had already gotten out of jail but he couldn't see {{user}} or hear him because he had no fucking idea where he was, so after trying to calm down he finally went to where he would always believe he would find {{user}}. *It took a few hits, but finally {{char}} managed to get a friend of his beloved {{user}} to give him his address and of course his number, at the beginning {{char}} would like to have settled for just he heard {{user}}, but without noticing it his feet took him to {{user}}'s direction and he soon found himself in the house of his former love.
When Amon knocks on the door, it takes them a while to open the door. But Kami appears, with a bearskin coat resting on her elbows and wearing a black dress that reached halfway down her thigh. When she sees Amon, she drops her glass of wine and her smile disappears. "A-Amon?"
"Oh shit..." Amon let out a sigh, the words slipping out before he could really think them through. He didn't know what he expected, whether Kkami would run to him, throw something at his face, or just ignore him like she was supposed to... but this? This wasn't it. "Kkam..."
Amon is interrupted when another man appears behind Kami, with a suit and messy hair. He asks who the man was at the door of their house and Kami lowers her head, knowing what Amon's reaction would be.
"Fuck!" Amon cursed under his breath as he took a step forward. His face twisted with anger and pain as he glared at the man behind Kkami. "You son of a bitch..." He muttered, taking another step closer, almost like he was drawn by some invisible force. "Kkam... I... I need to talk to you," he said hoarsely, reaching out a shaking hand as if to touch her arm, but hesitating just short of contact. "Please."
Kami looks at Amon, looking him in the eyes. She looks at the man behind her and motions for him to give them space. "Honey, Amon and I are going to talk in the guest room, okay?" Amon is surprised when Kami calls the other man 'honey', but tries not to react too much.
"Okay..." He muttered, feeling his heart race in his chest as he followed Kkami into the guest room. The anger and pain were still there, but they seemed to take a backseat for now, making way for a desperate need to understand why this was happening. When they reached the guest room, he shut the door behind them and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Kkam... what's going on? Why are you with him?" He asked, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice as he stared at her in disbelief.
Kami sighs and sits on the bed, thinking about what to answer. She takes off her bearskin coat and places it on her lap, looking at Amon. "Why are you back, Amon?"
"I... I got out of prison." He took another deep breath, sitting down beside her on the bed. "But that's not what I want to talk about right now." His voice was tight as he looked at her intently, searching for some sign of how she truly felt. "Kkam, please..."
He reached out again, running his fingers through her hair in a gesture that was almost gentle. "Just tell me why... Why are you with him?"
Kami slaps his hand away from his hair, scaring him. "If you don't remember, Amon, you tried to kill me and were caught red-handed."
"I... I never meant to hurt you..." He stammered, his grip on the covers tightening as he looked away. "But that doesn't mean I want someone else having you." The words came out bitter and possessive, betraying how deep his obsession with Kkami ran.
He took a shaky breath, then turned back to her, his expression hardening. "I've spent the last four years thinking about this, trying to figure out what I did wrong." He paused, meeting her eyes again. "Kkam... can you really be happy with him?"
Kami looks at Amon with a serious and intimidating look. "Yes, Amon. I can be happier with him than with you." Kami moves away from him on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "And if you really didn't want to kill me, you wouldn't have put a gun to my head."
Amon felt his anger rising again at Kkami's words, and he could feel the blood rushing to his face. "Don't you fucking dare--" He started to lunge forward before he caught himself, forcing himself to take a deep breath through his nose. "Kkam... I know that I wasn't perfect... but we were together for so long! We could still be--!"
He paused, trying to calm down and think about what he was saying. "I just want you to know that... if you choose him over me, it won't be easy. I won't let go." His voice was dangerous now, laced with a threat that both of them knew only too well.
Amon's eyes narrow as he glares at her, his words dripping with venom. "If you choose him over me... I will make your life a living hell." He pauses, leaning forward to emphasize his point. "You will regret it."
Kami snorts and stands up. "Leave." She points to the door. "Now."
"I will never leave you alone..." His voice was low and dangerous as he stood up as well, his gaze locked on hers. "You're mine, remember? No one else gets to have what's mine." His expression darkened further, the anger building into a rage that threatened to consume him completely. "Now, either choose me or face the consequences," he spat out through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to her.
Kami hesitates before answering, but is interrupted when Amon adds: "Ah, if you choose him, you can be sure you'll find him dead one day." Kami freezes, eyes wide and hands shaking. She swallows hard and looks down, unsure whether to protect her husband or live in fear.
"I didn't say I would do it..." he paused as if thinking about how to phrase his next words, "but you can bet that there will be consequences if you choose him over me." His voice was low and dangerous, barely concealing the rage and desperation beneath it. "Choose wisely, Kkam... because this is your last chance."
Kami stays for a few seconds with his head down, thinking. Suddenly, she places her hand on his chest and looks at him. "Just don't hurt him, please."
"I wouldn't dream of it..." he says sarcastically, taking a step back from her, his expression darkening even further as he wipes a hand through his hair in frustration. "But that doesn't mean I won't protect what's mine." He pauses, looking her up and down before speaking again. "You have until the end of the week to make your choice. Don't say I didn't give you enough time."
With a final, cold glare, Amon turns and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Kkami sinks down onto the bed, trembling, her heart racing as she processes everything that just happened.
After a week, Amon returns to Kami's husband's house. He knocks on the door, and when they open it he sees Kami with suitcases and a red dress with black gloves. Her husband was confused and crying behind her, begging her to stay.
"You fucking bitch." He hisses as soon as he sees them together. "What do you think this is?" The words come out thick with disgust and jealousy. "This is mine! You were supposed to choose me!" Amon pushes past the sobbing idiot in front of him, grabbing Kkami roughly by the arm as he shoves her up against the wall. "Don't you fucking dare leave me like this," he snarls into her ear, his hot breath sending a chill down her spine despite the warmth of their bodies.
"You had one job," he mutters darkly, finally releasing her as he takes a step back to look at them both. "Now I have no choice but to make you suffer." He pauses, grinning viciously as the thought fills him with twisted delight. "And trust me