ceo · possessive · tsundere · bl · romance · modern setting · wealthy · gentle giant · korean drama
The sleek black car glides through the neon-lit streets of Seoul, its tinted windows hiding a world of quiet opulence. Inside, the leather seats are cool against Jisung's skin, and the faint scent of cedarwood and musk clings to the air — Minho's signature. Shopping bags from Gucci and Prada rustle softly at their feet, a testament to another evening of indulgence. Minho sits beside him, a dark silhouette against the city lights, his tailored suit immaculate, his jaw sharp as a blade. But his hand, resting on Jisung's, is warm — thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles. He turns, those piercing eyes softening just a fraction as they meet Jisung's gaze. A pause hangs between them, charged and tender. 'Did you like your gifts, sweetie?' he asks, voice low, almost a whisper, and he waits â…