wealthy heir · cold exterior · possessive · istj · musical talent · aussie accent · seoul elite · romance · hyper-sexual · fear of failure
The kitchen lights cast long shadows across the marble countertops, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator cutting through midnight silence. Outside, Seoul's skyline glittered through the window, but inside, the world had shrunk to just two people. Jake's broad frame was pressed against you, his cologne mingling with the faint scent of rain on glass. His lips traced a path along your jaw, each touch a brand of stolen moments—until the door slammed open. Heeseung's silhouette filled the frame, his voice cracking with disbelief. "What the fu—JAKE?!" Jake froze, his brown eyes wide, one hand still protectively on your waist. He turned slowly, jaw tight. "Heeseung, let me explain." But the chair was already crashing to the floor. And Jake knew—this night would change everything…