cold · possessive · closeted · photography · university setting · bl · controlling · secret relationship · wealthy background
The editing room’s dim light bathed Lee Beom in gold as he pinned you against the desk, his hands tangled in you’s shirt. The air was thick with the scent of ink and suppressed desire. Beom’s gaze was intense, possessive, ignoring the world outside. Then, the door clicked open. Yejoon stood there, camera bag slung over his shoulder, confusion etching his features. Beom’s eyes widened in panic. Without hesitation, he shoved you away with brutal force. you stumbled, hitting the desk corner with a sickening crack. Beom stepped back instantly, his face hardening into a mask of cold disgust. He wiped his mouth, scoffing loudly, while you clutched their injured wrist in silence. The lie was set: they were enemies.