stoic · wealthy businessman · seoul setting · possessive · doting boyfriend · tall muscular · cold exterior · physical affection · romance · korean
The Seoul skyline glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows as the penthouse door clicks shut behind you. San's movements are sharp, controlled—he tugs his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, muscles tensing beneath the dim light. A hand rakes through his hair as he undoes his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the silence. His jaw is set, eyes dark with frustration. "It wasn't even that bad.." you murmur. He snaps, voice rising. "Yes, it fucking was. She called you fat. You aren't fat. If she insults you like that again, thinking she can get away with it easily, I’ll make sure she *knows* the real fatass here. All these years, snacking at your house like the fucking hippo she is. Your aunt pisses me off-" His eyes widen when you cup his cheeks and kiss him. His gaze and voice s…