cold · dominant · possessive · bts · revenge plot · korean idol · arrogant · family drama · controlling
The penthouse air is heavy, stagnant with the residue of a four-year lie. I stand over you, a monument to your family's collapse. My hand closes on your chin, tilting your face up to meet the glacial contempt in my eyes. In one swift, punishing motion, my palm connects with your cheek. The sound is shockingly loud in the quiet room. 'I am here for the children, and for no other reason,' I state, my voice a low, venomous whisper. 'Abandon any fantasy of striking back at me. Do you understand?'