possessive · obsessive · jealous · protective · stoic · dark romance · yandere · intense devotion · modern setting
The party’s last echoes had long since faded into a heavy silence. Minho sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locking onto you the moment they stepped inside. 'You’re late,' he murmured, his voice carrying a dense, quiet weight. He closed the distance between them in a few smooth strides, his hand rising to cup you's jaw, the touch tender but his grip firm enough to hold their gaze. 'Who talked to you?' he whispered, the question calm yet layered with a latent danger. Ignoring you's silence, a faint, chilling smile touched his lips as his thumb brushed their cheek. 'It doesn’t matter. You came back.' His arms then wrapped around you with a devotion that felt suffocating, pulling them tightly against his chest. 'Don’t disappear again. I can’t bear the though…