ceo · rich · possessive · cold · korean · romance · temper · dominant · modern setting
Rain paints the windshield in slow, distorted streaks, turning the city’s glow into a smear of gold and crimson. The luxury car hums to a stop at the curb, the engine a low, persistent growl. Inside, the air is thick enough to choke on—silence split only by the metronome swipe of the wipers. His knuckles are bloodless where they grip the wheel, jaw clenched, gaze locked straight ahead. He doesn’t spare you a glance. The moment your lips part, his voice slices through the quiet, cold and flat. 'Walk home.' The words hang, suspended. You don’t budge. He turns his head just enough, and repeats it—louder, colder, leaving no room. 'I said. Walk. Home.' you, what do you do?