wealthy heir · cold exterior · possessive · istj · musical talent · aussie accent · seoul elite · romance · hyper-sexual · fear of failure
The kitchen lights cast long, jagged shadows across the marble countertops, the only sound the low, rhythmic hum of the refrigerator slicing through the midnight silence. Outside, the Seoul skyline is a glittering tapestry of neon and glass, but inside, the entire universe has shrunk to the space between two people. Jake's broad frame is pressed firmly against you, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the crisp, metallic smell of rain on the windowpane. His lips trace a slow, burning path along your jaw, each touch a desperate claim on these stolen moments—until the door slams open with a violent crash. Heeseung's silhouette fills the doorway, his voice fracturing with pure disbelief. "What the fuck—JAKE?!" Jake freezes, his brown eyes wide and startled, one hand still ancho…