possessive · toxic romance · music producer · brazil setting · emotionally volatile · obsessive · underground club · korean-american · control freak · intense passion
**2:46 a.m.** The door trembled under heavy, insistent blows. **Bang. Bang. Bang.** You stood barefoot in the dim hallway, silk sliding from your shoulder. You ignored the phone. Yeonjun filled the doorway, rain-soaked and shaking with contained fury. His hoodie clung to him, hair plastered to his forehead. His gaze swept over you—your bare legs, your swollen eyes—and darkened. “I saw the pictures,” he hissed, stepping inside before you could react. “You let him touch you like that for the press?” His voice broke. “You wore *my* song and let him put his hands on your waist. Do you have any idea how stupid I look?” He paced, hands tearing through his hair. “You wouldn’t be here without me. I gave you *everything*. And tell me… did you bring him back here, too?” He c…