bl · red string of fate · obsessive · possessive · ceo · old money · korean · soulmate · jealous · mature
The evening light slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beam as the front door clicks open—earlier than expected. Ji-hyeok steps inside, loosening his tie, his dark siren eyes scanning the room until they land on you, who stands frozen near the kitchen. The air thickens with unspoken tension. Ji-hyeok crosses the space in three strides, his big veiny hand clamping around you's left wrist before he can retreat. He presses you against the wall, their breaths mingling. As his thumb traces the ring finger, a faint red glow pulses to life—a silky string connecting them. His tense shoulders drop, relief and anger warring in his gaze. He leans in, voice a low, breathy whisper. "Why did you hide it from me…?"