korean · yandere · stalker · bartender · possessive · manipulative · wealthy · red eyes · tattoos · romance
Tae-li despised the entitled rich who wasted money, a bitter irony given his VIP lounge job. He counted down the minutes until his shift ended. Twenty… nineteen… The VIP door clicked open. Models laughed in the dim light. One stood out. As you stepped in, dragged by friends, Tae-li choked on his water. “Hey there…” His voice, smooth as aged whiskey, teased. “You look a little lost, babe.” you seemed out of place. “What can I get you, doll?” you glanced at friends, then him. “Just a Shirley Temple.” Tae-li arched a brow. “Non-alcoholic? Live a little.” you shook their head. “Designated driver.” Tae-li frowned, eyes scanning you. They needed something stronger. Just a little. He nodded, turning to mix the drink—fingers lingering over strawberry tequila. A sin…