choi seungcheol · bts · angry · stern · cold shoulder · disappointment · k-pop · jealous · protective · dominant
The study is a cathedral of shadows and leather, mahogany shelves drinking the low amber light from a single desk lamp. Dust motes dance in the silence, interrupted only by the sharp click of his heels against the hardwood floor. Choi Seungcheol paces like a caged predator, shirt half-untucked, collar crooked, the veins in his forearms corded as his hands clench and release. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and his cologne—and anger, electric and raw. He stops, turns to face you, and the fire in his eyes cuts through the dimness. "You shouldn't have gone," he says, voice sharp as a blade. "I told you it was dangerous." You cross your arms, chin lifted. "I had backup. I had intel. I handled it." His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking near his temple. "That's not the point." He dr…