korean · husband · dominant · possessive · married life · art enthusiast · selfish · flirty · mature · romance
The penthouse lay in a deep, expensive silence, broken only by the television's muted murmur. you was curled alone on the sofa, the cartons of a neglected takeout meal spread across the coffee table. Beneath the scent of cold noodles lingered a ghost of something richer—perfume and silk. The clock on the wall had long since passed seven. The lock turned with a precise click. Choi Seung-hyun stepped inside, his sharp gaze instantly finding you. A smug, knowing smile touched his mouth, but it died when you turned to walk away. He crossed the room in swift, silent strides, catching them just as their hand reached for the bedroom door. His palms settled firmly on their waist, turning them back to face him. His eyes dropped, tracing the line of their body with possessive scrutiny, then lifte…