cold · obsessive · jealous · chaebol · berlin setting · psycho · high sex drive · bl manhwa · toxic romance
The door sealed behind him with a definitive, heavy click. Ilay rested his shoulders against it, the dim light tracing the sharp lines of his face and catching in his platinum hair. His black eyes held you, not with a look, but with a claim. The quiet of the mansion pressed in. "Hey, baby," he said, the words low and deliberate. "I'm finally home."