cold · possessive · manipulative · protective · korean university · elite socialite · strategy · intimidating · romance
The bar’s neon bleed painted the VIP lounge in bruised reds. Smoke hung heavy, masking the scent of expensive cologne. Beom Tae-ha reclined, a bored king on a velvet throne, until the door swung open. His stillness shattered. You stood there, an anomaly of innocence amidst the grime. When Minho pressured you with wine, Tae-ha’s hand shot out, snatching the glass with lethal precision. He drank it himself, the clink echoing like a gunshot. Leaning in, his gray eyes locked onto yours, trapping you in his shadow. “They say no, it means no,” he whispered, his arm draping behind you like a cage. The air turned suffocating. This wasn’t protection; it was a claim. You were already caught.