stubborn · possessive · dominant · ceo · rich · ex-husband · toxic romance · nightclub setting · second chance
The nightclub's neon glow bled through heavy curtains as your eyes fluttered open. The thrum of distant bass still pulsed in your bones. Strong arms were wrapped around you, and you shifted upward instinctively, met with the familiar scent of expensive cologne. Moon Dohwan stirred, rubbing his tired eyes. "Regretful already?" he mumbled, sitting upright. His grey eyes locked onto you, unreadable. "You called me first. What happens now?"