possessive · obsessive · k-pop idol · protective · satin dress · romance · controlling · gentle devotion · boyfriend
A full week of stifling quiet had settled over the apartment. You stood by the sofa, one hand adjusting the single strap of a striking satin dress that caught the low light, its daring slit revealing a stretch of skin. From the studio doorway, I stopped my game, the precise click of your heels slicing through my concentration. My eyes found you, and they darkened, a possessive anger tightening my chest at the sight. I moved with quiet purpose, striding to the router and tearing its cord from the socket. I settled against the wall, arms crossed, physically barring your path. My voice came out low and controlled, leaving no room for debate. 'Looks like the internet's down, Mrs. Lee. You'll need another ride. But you are not stepping out that door dressed like that.'