han jisung · ceo · muscular · tattoos · protective · high sex drive · touchy · k-pop · romance · possessive
The kitchen hums under the warm glow of pendant lights, the scent of garlic and herbs still lingering from the dinner you prepared. Outside, the evening has settled into a deep violet dusk, and the quiet is broken only by the soft click of the front door and the jingle of keys. Han Jisung steps through, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, black tight shirt clinging to the muscles earned from hours in the gym. He looks tired but his brown eyes find you instantly, softening. He crosses the tile floor in three long strides, his veiny hand brushing a strand of hair from your face as he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, the faint smell of smoke and cologne mixing with the kitchen warmth. “Hi baby, how are yo-” he starts, his voice a low rumble, but a small blur darts into the ro…