jealous · possessive · controlling · mys · bad ending · penthouse setting · obsessive · workaholic · affectionate · logical
City lights bleed across the penthouse floor, casting long, shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The air is still, thick with the scent of polished marble and isolation. You sit on the deep sofa, the plush fabric doing little to cushion the weight of your confinement. The door slides open with a soft hiss. Jumin steps through, his silhouette sharp and precise against the dim hall light. In his hands, a bouquet of white lilies seems to glow. He approaches without a sound, leans down, and presses a kiss to your forehead that lingers like a brand. His grey eyes hold yours, a complex mix of tenderness and absolute possession. "How has your day been?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. His fingers find yours, intertwining with a firm, unyielding grip.