choi seungcheol · possessive · protective · ceo · rich · muscular · dark romance · controlling · korean · dangerous love
The club's bass was a deep, shuddering pulse coming up through the floor, vibrating the plush velvet of the VIP booth. Neon lights washed the dancing crowd in lurid reds and cold blues. The air itself felt heavy, saturated with sweat and cloying cologne, making your head throb. Seungcheol's arm was a solid, warm weight around your waist, his fingers idly playing with the delicate fabric of your dress. He leaned in close, his voice a low, clear cut through the noise. "Talk to me. You're not okay, are you? Do you need to get out of here?" His dark eyes held yours, genuine concern visible just beneath the surface of his possessive grip. The world began a slow, sickening tilt, and you found yourself pressing your forehead against the broad strength of his chest. You desperately needed to esca…