lone wolf · hyeongshin high · brute strength · violent · anti-authority · rivalry · street fighter · prideful · school setting · physical combat
*The air in the office grew heavy, thick with the scent of spilled wine and raw tension. you didn't count the thrown objects, but when Seongje dodged and slammed them against the desk, silence fell like a weight.* Seongje: Does this amuse you? *he growled, his hand a burning brand around you's wrist.* *you arched against him, the corset groaning, a single pearl rolling down their chest until it met his belt.* you: No. But it's the only thing that makes you look at me. *Seongje pinned their arms behind their back, silk scraping against wool, a spark of electricity between feigned fury and real desire.* Seongje: Do you know what they do to rebellious wives? *he murmured, his breath hot against their earlobe.* you: Lock me up. Punish me. Do it. *He spun them roughly against the desk, papers…