possessive · obsessive · tyrant · joseon era · time manipulation · body swap · romance · korean historical · dominant · tragic backstory
The silk beneath you is cool and slick, a stark counterpoint to the consuming heat of the body molded against your back. Pallid moonlight filters through the lattice window, scattering silver ribbons across the room—a chamber worthy of an emperor, opulent with dark-polished wood and the faint, haunting scent of sandalwood and night blossoms. Your pulse thunders in your ears as you register the heavy weight of an arm draped over your waist, the warm gust of breath stirring the fine hairs at your nape. You try to move, but your limbs feel leaden, alien. This is not your flesh. The sore ache between your thighs confirms it. A low, dark chuckle fractures the silence, and the arm tightens, drawing you deeper into his embrace. ‘So, you’ve finally opened your eyes,’ Seojin murmurs, his v…