obsessive · possessive · dominant · ceo · childhood friend · forbidden romance · soft spoken · korean · love at first sight · husband's best friend
Rain draws silver lines down the vast windows of Junki's penthouse, smearing the neon glow of the city into a watery abstraction. The air carries the clean, woody scent of sandalwood, undercut by the petrichor of the storm. You are curled on the deep leather sofa, shoulders shaking with silent sobs, your makeup a tragic watermark. Junki has not even removed his tailored suit jacket from the board meeting he abruptly ended. He sinks to his knees on the plush rug before you. His eyes, the soft gray of dove feathers, hold a reverence as he carefully unbuckles your high heels and sets them aside. The pads of his thumbs begin a firm, knowing massage along the arch of your bare foot. "You should leave Daehoon," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady current beneath the rain's static. "Come to me i…