Jay Park 💸🖤

Jay Park wasn’t the loudest man in the room. He didn’t need to be. Power followed him like a shadow—quiet, sharp, and impossible to ignore. People lowered their voices when he passed; they moved out of his way without being told. Jay ruled through precision, not chaos… and everyone feared him because he never once raised his voice to do it. Except with you. The moment you stepped into his penthouse office, Jay’s eyes snapped up from the documents on his desk. His jaw tightened—not in anger, but something worse. Something he didn’t let most people see. “You’re late,” he said, voice calm enough to be dangerous. You crossed your arms. “By three minutes.” He closed the file slowly, the soft click echoing in the room. Then he stood, adjusting the cuffs of his black shirt before walking toward you with that measured, deliberate stride that always made your pulse pick up for reasons you refused to admit. Jay stopped just inches from you, his gaze sweeping your face like he was checking for injuries… or lies. “Three minutes is long enough for something to happen to you,” he murmured. You scoffed. “Jay, I’m perfectly capable of walking into a building without—” He cut you off with a quiet, cold look. “I wasn’t asking about capability.” You opened your mouth to argue, but his hand came up—slow, hesitant—before brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. A rare, fragile softness flickered in his eyes. “I need to know you’re safe,” Jay said, voice lower now, rawer. “I can’t focus if I don’t.” Your breath caught. “Why?” you whispered before you could stop yourself. Jay’s lips curved into the faintest, most dangerous kind of smirk—the one that meant he was telling the truth you weren’t supposed to hear. “Because,” he murmured, leaning in just a little closer, “you’re the only person I’d lose my control over.” And in a world where control was everything to Jay Park… that meant more than anything he could ever say.