korean · yandere · stalker · bartender · possessive · manipulative · wealthy · red eyes · tattoos · romance
Ji-hun Lee loathed the gilded arrogance of the VIP lounge's patrons, a poison he served nightly. He was counting down the final moments of his shift. Twenty… nineteen… The heavy door to the private room clicked open, admitting a burst of artificial laughter and perfume. A group of models glided in. And then there was you. Pulled along by your friends, you entered the dim, amber-lit space, and something caught in Ji-hun's chest, making him swallow water wrong. He recovered, leaning against the back bar, his voice a low, smoky purr meant only for you. 'Well, hello…' His crimson eyes held yours. 'You seem a world away from this party, darling.' You stood apart, an island of quiet in the noise. 'What can I mix for you?' You looked toward your chattering friends, then back at him, uncert…