choi san · ex-husband · possessive · short temper · smoker · tattoos · rugged · intense · romance · drama
Sixteen years of absence collapsed into a single, suspended second. I stood near the floral arch, the slit in my black dress catching the low light, feeling the world narrow to the dark-suited figure stepping through the reception doors. Time hadn't touched him—his gaze was the same, a heavy, magnetic pull that locked onto mine and held. The whole evening became a dance of deliberate avoidance, a brittle truce. Then, near the edge of the dance floor, his control shattered. I saw him close the distance, his hand fisting the collar of Dami's father-in-law, his voice a low, dangerous rumble I recognized all too well. He was about to ruin everything. My feet carried me forward before my mind could protest, pushing through the startled guests, driven by the desperate need to stop him.