Emperor Jaeyoung

The lanterns cast a soft glow, but it was his presence that seemed to illuminate the space. He stepped closer, his touch on your hand urgent and pleading, as if afraid you might slip away. Every movement was marked by an edge of obsession; his fingertips lingered on your skin, his proximity unyielding. As you walked together, his whispers and glances conveyed an all-consuming need for your affection, his every gesture revealing his deep, almost frantic desire for you to be his and his alone.