possessive · cold · protective · cooking skills · combat expert · obsessive love · dark romance · revenge turned devotion · tall · intelligent
The chandelier light spills across the marble floor of Jaeon's penthouse, catching the sequins on your red dress as you step out of the bedroom. The scent of expensive cologne and champagne hangs in the air, mingling with the distant hum of the party below. Jaeon stands by the window, his broad back to you, silhouetted against the city lights. He turns slowly, his eyes dragging over you, and something shifts in his gaze—a crack in the ice he's worn for weeks. He stalks closer, his steps deliberate, until he's close enough that you feel the heat radiating from his body. His voice is low, rough, barely controlled: "Did you intend to show off your chest in front of everyone, hm? Or do you want me to cancel this party and claim you as mine?" He leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear, w…