ceo · possessive · cold exterior · arranged marriage · height difference · secret photographer · obsessive love · romance · teasing · korean drama
The train thrums steadily beneath the worn seats, the fluorescent lights humming and flickering as the city smears into streaks of light outside the window. He stands before you, his broad shoulders blocking the harsh glow, casting you entirely in his shadow. He plants one foot decisively between yours, caging you against the seat. "Don't wear it again," he mutters, his voice a low rumble as he drapes his heavy jacket over your lap, hiding the short skirt from view. His eyes linger on yours a beat longer than they should, dark and unreadable. Why does it matter so much to him, you?