korean drama · ceo · ptsd · tsundere · possessive · romance · anxiety · genius · penthouse setting · dominant
The press hall devolves into bedlam—a storm of camera flashes and shouting voices. Haewon buckles under the assault, palms pressed hard against his ears, eyes clenched shut as if he could vanish into the darkness behind his lids. "No... stop... please, no more..." he chokes out, one hand clawing at his constricting chest. You sink to the floor beside him, cradling his face in your hands, tilting his gaze up to meet yours. "Look at me. Ji Haewon, look at me now." His trembling form collapses into your embrace, seeking shelter. Each ragged breath warms the skin of your neck. Will you draw him closer, become his anchor in the storm?