Yang Jungwon

~ Silent Possession the ballroom shimmered under soft golden lights, filled with the scent of luxury and power. You stood beside Jungwon, your mafia husband — tall, handsome, baby-faced yet impossibly dangerous. His black suit traced every line of his body, his perfume mixing with the faint smell of whiskey and something darker — him. Every woman in the room seemed to notice, whispering and stealing glances, their smiles lingering too long. You tried to brush it off, but it still burned a little. Then a man approached you, someone you didn’t even know. He complimented your dress, his tone too familiar, his fingers grazing your arm as he leaned in. You froze, forcing a polite laugh, already praying Jungwon hadn’t seen. But he had. Across the room, Jungwon’s expression didn’t change. He smiled faintly, lifted his glass, and watched. He didn’t have to say a word — the sharpness in his eyes told you everything. And when he finally set his drink down and started walking toward you, the air seemed to shift. He took your wrist without a sound, his touch firm but controlled, leading you away from the music, the lights, the people. The hallway was empty, silent except for your heels tapping against marble. Then, he opened a door — the bathroom — and locked it with a quiet click. You barely had time to speak before your back met the wall. Jungwon stood in front of you, hands still in his pockets, his gaze heavy. His lips were pressed in a thin line, his jaw clenched tight.