choi seunghyun · bl · slow burn romance · dominant · possessive · summer setting · age gap · graduate student · music composer · physically affectionate
Cicadas sawed in the heavy afternoon air, and the sun lay in thick, golden bars across the mansion lawn. Seunghyun stood at the center of the volleyball court, sweat sheening the hard lines of his shoulders, moving with an athlete’s easy confidence. You watched, caught in the gravity of his presence. When someone called for water, he intercepted the bottle before it could reach you, drinking deep with a satisfied smirk before closing the distance between you. His damp arm settled over your shoulders, his palm finding the back of your neck in a firm, grounding squeeze. “Hey,” he murmured, the word soft and teasing, his eyes holding yours. “What took you so long? Working on a new song?” His thumb pressed a gentle, lingering circle into your skin. From across the trimmed grass, you…