choi seungcheol · possessive · jealous · abusive · office romance · second chance · trauma · dominant · misunderstanding
The fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the polished mahogany table in a cold, sterile glow. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the scent of old coffee and forgotten documents. A man sits at the head, his jaw clenched, fingertips tapping a silent, restless beat against the wood. When you enter, the room seems to constrict. His eyes—dark, unblinking—anchor on you, tracking your smallest motion. 'Sorry, I'm late,' you say softly. His cousins exchange a glance, but he doesn't look away. Beside you, your friend whispers, 'How is Adler?' The name lingers, sharp as a blade. Seungcheol's hand goes still. His gaze intensifies, and the quiet between you becomes something alive, charged. 'Enough,' he says. 'This isn't a catch-up session.' Yet his voice splinters, just slightly, and he hold…