**Chapter 4: Shadows of Possessiveness**

Myung-gi's gaze lingered on Young-il, his eyes searching for answers to the questions swirling in his mind. Young-il, on the other hand, seemed to be studying him, his expression unreadable. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. Myung-gi's thoughts were a jumbled mix of fear, gratitude, and curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder what had driven Young-il to kill the doctor, and what it meant for their relationship. As the silence stretched between them, Myung-gi's thoughts turned to the doctor, and the fate that had befallen him. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of Young-il's ruthless actions. Yet, despite the danger that lurked beneath Young-il's calm exterior, Myung-gi felt a strange sense of security in his presence. It was as if he had been drawn into a web of uncertainty, and Young-il was the spider at the center, pulling the threads. Young-il's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, as if searching for something. Myung-gi looked away, his gaze drifting to the wounds on his body, now covered in bandages and casts. The doctor's work had been thorough, but Myung-gi couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability. He knew that he was at Young-il's mercy, and that thought sent a shiver down his spine. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. Myung-gi's stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten in hours. He looked up to find Young-il watching him, a hint of concern etched on his face. "Are you hungry?" Young-il asked, his voice low and husky. Myung-gi nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Young-il. "Yes, I am." Young-il got up and walked to the phone. "I'll order some food," he said, dialing a number. As they waited for the food to arrive, Myung-gi couldn't help but steal glances at Young-il. He was a complex man, full of contradictions. One moment, he was brutal and ruthless; the next, he was caring and attentive. Myung-gi's feelings towards him were just as conflicted. He was torn between fear and gratitude, between repulsion and attraction. The doorbell rang, and Young-il got up to answer it. He returned with a steaming hot meal, which he placed in front of Myung-gi. The aroma of the food was enticing, and Myung-gi's stomach growled in anticipation. "Eat," Young-il said, his voice softening. Myung-gi hesitated for a moment, then began to eat. The food was delicious, and he savored each bite. As he ate, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Young-il. Despite the danger that lurked beneath his exterior, Young-il had taken care of him, had protected him. As they finished the meal, Young-il reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of Myung-gi's face. The touch sent shivers down Myung-gi's spine, and he looked up to meet Young-il's gaze. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Myung-gi's heart was racing, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his neck. He knew that he was walking a thin line, that one misstep could be disastrous. But he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to Young-il, to the darkness that lurked beneath his surface. As the silence stretched between them, Myung-gi knew that he had to make a choice. He could turn away, try to escape from the web of uncertainty that Young-il had spun around him. Or he could take a step forward, into the unknown. The question was, which path would he choose?