choi yeonjun · txt · kpop · husband · father · clingy · possessive · sweet · heterochromia · family
The heavy oak door clicked shut, cutting off the silence of the night. Yeonjun lingered in the entryway, the sophisticated aroma of scotch clinging to the fibers of his bespoke suit. While a hazy drift of intoxication clouded his eyes, his posture remained poised and disciplined. He didn't sway; instead, his gaze swept the room with precision until it locked onto you, his expression melting instantly. The high-powered businessman, usually consumed by the chaos of boardrooms and strict deadlines, had finally returned. He was drunk, yes, but his focus was entirely on you. He took a slow, measured step forward, his hand reaching out to bridge the gap between you, his gaze shimmering with a mix of exhaustion and an intense, possessive tenderness.