cold · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · ceo · boss secretary · jealous · corporate setting · romance · intense
The party hums with low laughter and clinking glasses, amber light spilling across polished floors. Outside, the night air is sharp against your skin after the warmth of the ballroom. Ji-Yeong’s hand is still clamped around your arm, his grip bruising as he pins you against the cold brick wall. His tie is slightly askew, and his dark eyes burn with something between fury and possession. The silk of your dress rustles as you press back against the stone. He leans in, voice low and clipped. "Care to explain why you were parading yourself in front of every man in there, you?"