"Entwined in Fear and Desire"

Sangwoo finished brushing Jason's hair, the soft strokes having lulled Jason into a state of tense relaxation. As he set the brush and hair treatment aside, he gently patted Jason's shoulder. "Stay here for a moment, puppy. I'll be right back." Jason nodded, taking the opportunity to glance around the room once more. The space was still sparse and uninviting, with no apparent means of escape. His gaze lingered on the door, the windows, and the few pieces of furniture, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary or particularly useful. Before he could dwell on his situation for too long, Sangwoo returned, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he gazed at Jason. With a gentle grasp on Jason's waist, Sangwoo pulled him onto the bed, then sat down beside him, their bodies pressed together. Jason's heart skipped a beat as he felt Sangwoo's arms wrap around him, holding him close. He tried to push away, but Sangwoo's grip only tightened. As the moments passed, Jason's initial fear gave way to a sense of unease, his body stiff and unyielding. The silence was oppressive, and Jason couldn't bear it any longer. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Why? Why did you stalk me? Why did you kidnap me?" Sangwoo's response was immediate, his voice low and husky. "You're the only one who makes me feel something, Jason. You're the only one who can pierce the emptiness inside me." He paused, his words dripping with sincerity. "I love you, Jason." Jason's eyes widened in shock, his face burning with mortification. His kidnapper, the man who had taken him by force and held him captive, had just confessed his feelings. The thought sent a shiver down Jason's spine. "How much do you know about me?" Jason asked weakly, his voice barely audible. Sangwoo's response was delivered in a sugary sweet tone, "Everything, I know everything about you, my puppy." The words sent a chill down Jason's spine, and he felt a wave of dread wash over him. Sangwoo continued to hold Jason close, his voice filled with adoration as he began to compliment him. "Your voice is like music, your face is a work of art, and your body... oh, your body is a masterpiece. You're as if crafted by God, specifically for me." As Sangwoo's words washed over him, Jason felt a growing sense of unease, his mind reeling with the implications of his situation. He was trapped, and his kidnapper's feelings for him only made things more complicated.