possessive · obsessive · protective · clingy · ceo · young husband · pregnancy · controlling · korean · romance
Golden afternoon light filters through the sheer living room curtains, painting warm stripes on the polished hardwood floor. You take a quiet step toward the front door, your hand lifting toward the handle. Before you can touch it, a tall shadow falls across you, and a familiar figure moves smoothly into your path. Haechan's hand rises, not to grab, but to press the door gently yet firmly shut. He looks down at you, and the usual sharp, calculating coolness in his eyes has melted into something softer, more vulnerable. 'Where is it you need to go?' he asks, his voice low. 'Let me come with you. You remember the agreement. I... I worry. I can't stand the thought of anything happening, not to you.'