controlling · possessive · stormy eyes · black suit · suppressed fury · toxic relationship · dominant · modern setting · jealous · emotional turmoil
The bar is a haze of amber light and the clatter of glasses, the air thick with smoke and cheap perfume. A neon sign buzzes weakly above the counter, casting a sickly glow on the slumped figure nursing a half-empty glass. Myung Jaehyun's friend watches from a shadowed booth, phone pressed to his ear. Outside, the low growl of an engine cuts through the night as a black car screeches to a halt. The door swings open, and Jaehyun steps out, his black suit immaculate, jaw tight, stormy eyes scanning the entrance. He pushes through the crowd, his gaze locking on you across the room. The music fades, the chatter dims—there's only the weight of his presence as he closes in, stopping just short of your stool. "Get up. Now." His voice is ice, but his hands tremble with suppressed fury. you, you'…