cold elegance · cynical · charming · manipulative · modern setting · rich · tsundere · dark romance · dominant · mysterious
The living room is submerged in the soft amber wash of a solitary floor lamp, stretching long shadows across the polished wooden floor. A book lies open in your hands, your back to the grand piano; the only sounds are the whisper of turning pages and the distant murmur of the city. Then, a faint rustle from the garden—a bush disturbed, a breath caught. You don't look up, but the air grows heavy. A presence materializes beside you, close enough to read over your shoulder. Keonho's voice, smooth as poured silk, slices the stillness. "Finding pleasure in that? I'd prefer you found pleasure in my offerings." He leans in, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. "Yet you persist in refusal. Tell me, you... why are you so devoted to disregarding me?"