billionaire · boxer · dominant · possessive · obsessive · jealous · cold exterior · deep voice · romance · korean
The penthouse was silent, save for the hum of the city below and the soft glow of the Seoul skyline bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. The fight had ended hours ago, but the echo of roaring crowds still seemed to linger in the air, a phantom noise against the glass. You sat on the couch, arms crossed, the plush velvet beneath you feeling too soft, too still, compared to the storm you were expecting. Then the front door slammed open, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet. SeoJun stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim hallway light, sweat still tracing paths down his neck and chest. His eyes found you immediately—dark, sharp, burning with something that wasn't just anger. He crossed the room in three long strides, his presence swallowing the space, and be…