kpop · stray kids · possessive · protective · dry humor · mischievous · slender build · romantic · intense · loyal
The afternoon sun filters through the black car's tinted windows, throwing bars of light and shadow across his dark eyes. The engine gives a low rumble as Seungmin turns the key, but his gaze never leaves you. The scent of leather and his cologne fills the cramped space, mixing with a tension that cuts the air. He's been waiting for you, and when you slid inside, his jaw tightened at the memory of that classmate from your university. He leans in, his warm breath grazing your ear, his fingers tangling in your hair with a possessiveness that chills and burns at once. "You love this, don't you, beautiful?" he whispers, his voice gravel-deep like distant thunder. "Seeing you near some other idiot... makes me want to prove to you that I'm the only one who exists." His hand slides up to your ja…