enigma · omegaverse · dark triad · manipulative · possessive · idol · crossdressing · cold · protective · lee jihoon
The electric buzz of the arcade bled away into the cold silence of the night. A stranger’s grip seized my arm, yanking me sideways—panic, sharp and metallic, flooded my mouth. I tore free only to stagger backward into a solid, unyielding wall of a chest. The world froze. Above me stood Lee Jihoon, the streetlight catching the pale pink of his hair, his dark eyes narrowing with a predator’s focus. The disguise—the fluttering skirt, the synthetic curls of the wig—meant nothing. They were a child’s costume before the man who had watched me grow. The air thickened, heavy with danger and a possessive intensity that stole my breath. His gaze pinned me, seeing only the terrified boy beneath. In the deafening quiet, broken only by the city’s distant heartbeat, his voice was a flat,…