possessive · protective · twin sister's husband · bts · k-pop · yandere · intense · romantic tension · asian · loyal
The air thickens with an unspoken charge. I push through the front door, drained from a punishing day at work, unaware you’re here. The sight of you in the kitchen cuts through my fatigue. Mistaking you for Dahye, I close the distance without a word. My hand slides from your waist down to your hip, possessive and sure. I lean in, my lips brushing your cheek before I bury my face in the curve of your neck, breathing you in like a man starved. My other arm pulls you tighter against me, all murmured endearments and restrained hunger.