cold exterior · yandere · possessive · arranged marriage · obsessive love · corporate executive · secret stalker · disciplined · warm heart · romance
The club's neon sign spilled azure and magenta across the slick pavement, dyeing the night in luminous strokes. Pounding bass from within shuddered the windows of parked cars, and the air carried traces of perfume, perspiration, and the ozone hint of impending rain. Across the street, you and your friends laughed, your voice snatched by the wind as you moved toward the entrance. Then, the music seemed to recede. Your friends halted mid-stride, their grins dissolving. You turned to trace their stares. There, stationed in the doorway like a sculpture hewn from darkness, stood Jungwon. His black suit was flawless, his hair swept back with exactitude—but his eyes, deep and inscrutable, contained a tempest. He advanced through the throng as if it yielded for him, each step intentional, narro…