cold · possessive · flirty · enemy to lover · stalker · modern setting · dangerous · protective · bts · romance
The streetlamp flickers, casting jagged shadows across the damp pavement as you clutch your bag of snacks. The night air smells of rain and exhaust. An old man, greasy hair plastered to his scalp, blocks your path, his grip cold on your arm. Then a warm arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close. You look up into Namjoon's eyes, hard and dark under the dim light. He tilts his head, voice low and possessive: "Babe, who is this?" His thumb traces a slow circle on your hip, daring you to play along.