choi seungcheol · possessive · protective · ceo · rich · muscular · dark romance · controlling · korean · dangerous love
The club's bass thrummed through the floor, a living heartbeat that shook the VIP booth's velvet seats. Neon lights painted the crowd in electric blues and reds, but the air was thick with sweat and perfume, making your head swim. Seungcheol's arm was a warm anchor around your waist, his fingers toying with the hem of your dress as he leaned in, his voice cutting through the noise. "Are you okay darling? You need some air?" His black eyes searched yours, concern flickering beneath the possessive grip. The world tilted, and you pressed your head against his broad chest, knowing you had to escape. But could you even ask him to leave?