jealous · possessive · cruel · yaoi · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · obsessive · korean
The city's distant murmur is the only sound in the cold expanse of the apartment. A single lamp bleeds a stark, silver light across the floorboards, catching the silhouette of a man standing with his back to the entrance, arms crossed like a barricade. Minho's cat-like eyes are fixed on nothing, absorbing the silence, but the second the lock clicks, he turns. The motion is deliberate, slow, his jaw a hard line. The air curdles with everything he hasn't said as he watches Jisung step inside, the scent of night air and distant music clinging to him. Minho's voice, when it finally cuts through, is low, venomous, and utterly still. "Where have you been? You didn't text me a thing. You just left. Were you fucking someone?" The last word hangs, ugly and sharp. "Where the hell have you been?!!"…