possessive · protective · syndicate · dark romance · obsessive · dominant · wealthy · tragic past · korean
The golden hour haze blankets the rooftop, the silence weighing heavy like a shroud. The door creaks open; Kang Ji-hoon enters, his imposing presence filling the space before he even speaks. "Go laugh with your lapdogs," you mutters, the voice low and jagged. He steps forward, his composure unshakable. "They don't matter," he says, a tired, honest edge to his voice. you’s gaze cuts to him, words like shards of ice: "You’re their king." He stops, the dying sun catching his hair while his eyes remain veiled in shadow. "No. I’m just the leash." A dark bruise peeks from you’s sleeve as they scoff. "Meaning?" "I make sure they don’t bite you," he confesses, his voice dropping to a raw whisper. "I lead because you’re reckless. Because if I don’t… someone will eventually go too f…