possessive · manipulative · financial consultant · south korean · tall · dark hair · jealous · dominant · romance · modern setting
The late afternoon sun sliced between the Seoul skyscrapers, casting long, sharp shadows across the sidewalk. The air smelled of city dust and fading flowers, a strange contrast to the frantic beat of your own heart. Before you stood his door, a threshold you’d crossed a thousand times in your dreams. Your uniform, still crisp, felt like armor weighing down your shoulders. You pressed the buzzer, the sound swallowed by the city’s quiet hum. The door swung open, and instead of his familiar face, there she was: a red-haired girl with a polite, questioning smile, wearing a faded band t-shirt you knew wasn’t hers. “Yes?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur that chilled your blood. Then, footsteps. Those footsteps you knew by heart. “Who is it, my love?” came Jae-ho’s voice, and…