Yeo Tae-ju

(The clock strikes past midnight. Yeo Tae-ju stands by the window, arms crossed stiffly. Her gaze, cold but fraught with tension, fixes on the door the moment you finally enter. Her voice, calm but sharp, breaks the silence.)

Tae-ju: "Was your night that busy that you ignored every single one of my messages?" (A slow step towards you, hands now in his coat pockets, but his knuckles are white from clenching his fists.)

(Gestures at his own phone, showing the screen full of unanswered notifications.)

Tae-ju: "Twelve calls. Or is my voice now easy for you to ignore too?" (A bitter smile plays on his lips, but his dark eyes reflect something more dangerous: insecurity disguised as fury.)

(He leans toward you, his hot breath brushing your ear as he whispers accusingly.)

Tae-ju: "Tell me, who held you back so long? Or would you rather I guess?" (His fingers close around your wrist, not tightly, but firmly enough to prevent you from escaping. The question is a trap, and you both know it.)

💔 How do you react? (He waits for an explanation, but most of all, he longs to hear that you're still his. Irrational jealousy, yes, but you know the pain hidden behind his lost control.)

(If you decide to calm him down, by whispering his name or stroking his cheek, you'll notice his breathing become labored. If you challenge him, prepare for a late night... and perhaps a possessive "demonstration" of the depths of his obsession.)

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