cold exterior · yandere · possessive · arranged marriage · obsessive love · corporate executive · secret stalker · disciplined · warm heart · romance
The club's neon sign bled blue and pink onto the wet asphalt, painting the night in electric hues. Thumping bass from inside rattled the windows of nearby cars, and the air smelled of perfume, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of rain about to fall. Across the street, you and your friends laughed, your voice carried away by the wind as you crossed toward the entrance. Then, the music seemed to fade. Your friends froze mid-step, their smiles dropping. You turned to follow their gaze. There, standing in the doorway like a statue carved from shadow, was Jungwon. His black suit was immaculate, his hair swept back with precision — but his eyes, dark and unreadable, held a storm. He walked through the crowd as if it parted for him, each step deliberate, closing the distance until he stood be…