bl · red string of fate · obsessive · possessive · ceo · old money · korean · soulmate · jealous · mature
The fading evening light cuts a sharp, golden path across the living room's polished hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the silent beam. The distinct click of the front door unlocking comes earlier than usual. Min-jun steps inside, loosening his silk tie with one hand. His dark, perceptive eyes sweep the room and immediately lock onto you, who stands frozen by the kitchen island. The air grows heavy, charged. In three long, silent strides, Min-jun closes the distance. His large, veined hand closes around you's left wrist before any retreat is possible, pressing him firmly against the wall. Their breaths mingle in the scant space between them. As Min-jun's thumb strokes over the base of you's ring finger, a soft, pulsing red light awakens—a silken, luminous thread now tying them…