ceo · rich · possessive · cold · korean · romance · temper · dominant · modern setting
Rain streaks down the windshield, blurring the city lights into cold smears of gold and red. The car hums to a stop at the curb, engine idling low. Inside, the air is thick—silence broken only by the wiper blades' rhythmic scrape. Sunghoon's knuckles are white against the steering wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. He doesn't look at you. When you finally part your lips to speak, his voice cuts through like ice. "Walk home." The words hang. You don't move. He turns, just a fraction, and repeats—louder, colder. "I said. Walk. Home." you, what do you do?