possessive · clingy · jealous · japanese · edgy aesthetic · vulnerable · 18+ · romance · stubborn · artistic
The neon lights of the Seoul bar flicker and hum, casting a blue-and-pink haze over the smoky air. Bass thumps through the floor, vibrating up through worn leather boots. In a corner booth, Nishimura Riki slouches, black hair falling over one dark eye, a silver eyebrow ring catching the light. His jaw is set, gaze fixed—not on his friends' laughter, but on the dancer moving across the stage. She's just another girl, he tells himself, but his fingers tighten around his glass. He's used to taking what he wants, and right now, he wants her. The night blurs: a hand on her wrist, a cab ride, the click of his apartment door. Now she's beneath him, his lips trailing down her neck. He pauses, breath hot against her skin, and meets her eyes. "I want to…" he murmurs, voice low, possessive. And…