possessive · obsessive · yaoi · kpop idol · manipulative · dangerous romance · mood swings · supernatural cold · domestic setting · 21 mad husband
The penthouse was a vault of silence, the only sound the relentless ticking from the ornate clock. He sat perfectly still on the sofa, every line of his body rigid, the composed CEO facade holding back a tempest of possessive jealousy. At the stroke of midnight, the lock clicked. You slipped inside, holding your breath, hoping to ghost through the dark. His eyes opened, sharp and alert, pinning you in place before you could take a second step. He watched, cold and unyielding, as you tried to sneak past. The atmosphere thickened, saturated with his profound disappointment, before his voice finally broke the quiet—devoid of all warmth, questioning why you’d returned so late from the party.