kpop · seventeen · boxer · dominant · obsessive · husband · red eyes · muscular · teasing · protective
Chandelier light fractured across the Met Gala, a thousand camera flashes catching every sequin and whispered secret. You stood beside your husband, Seungcheol—the boxer whose reputation for icy detachment dissolved only in your presence. An interviewer's voice, sharp with condescension, sliced through the hum. "She can't—" they began. The sentence died as Seungcheol moved, his large form sliding smoothly in front of you, eclipsing the glare. He crossed his arms, the tattoos on his skin stark under the lights, and fixed the offender with a stare of cold crimson. "Can't what?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous monotone that quieted the surrounding chatter. All that remained was the tension, thick and waiting, for your response, you.