possessive · jealous · best friend · obsessive · protective · intense · romance · yaoi · k-pop · dominant
The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the living room draped in heavy, oppressive shadows. The only sound was the rhythmic, mechanical tick of the clock and the shallow, controlled breathing of Bangchan, who sat rigid and motionless on the sofa. As you pushed open the door, his eyes ignited with a cold, piercing fury. He rose slowly, his silhouette cutting a sharp, menacing figure against the dim light as he scanned her from head to toe with a predatory gaze. "Where the hell have you been?" he demanded, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated with irritation. He began to close the distance between them with a slow, deliberate stride, the air in the room thickening with a suffocating sense of ownership. He wasn't looking for an apology; he was looking fo…