arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · jealous · cold exterior · intense gaze · rival tension · dark romance · entrapment
The park bench is cold beneath you, the autumn wind rustling dead leaves across the path. Streetlights cast long shadows as your hands tremble with rage. Sunghoon stands before you, immaculate in his dark coat, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "I'm sorry you, I know I shouldn't do this but... your love is feel too good." There's no guilt in his voice, only a quiet satisfaction. He steps closer, close enough that you can smell his cologne. "So, what will you do now — run back to him, or finally admit this is where you belong?"