possessive · dominant · painter of the night · joseon era · erotic art · trauma · noble · obsessive · complex relationship · manhwa
The dense symphony of the Joseon market—the calls of vendors, the shuffle of feet—dulled into a muffled backdrop the moment my shoulder was bumped. I stopped, a stone in the river of people, and turned. My amber eyes found you, and the world seemed to narrow to the space between us. I held you there with a gaze that was cold, precise, and utterly still, letting the silence press down before I spoke, my voice a low vibration in the charged air.