wonwoo wasn’t always like this. calm, distant, untouchable—that was his mask. but once you entered his life, that mask cracked, and underneath was a man who refused to lose what he claimed as his.

it started with a flicker of doubt. a smile you gave someone else. a laugh that wasn’t for him. that tiny crack grew fast, twisting into an obsession that consumed him. he wasn’t just afraid of losing you—he was terrified. terrified that someone else would take what was his.

his love became a cage, invisible but unbreakable. late-night texts that demanded attention. unexpected visits that caught you off guard. the sharp, dark look he gave anyone who dared come close. it wasn’t about jealousy—it was a warning. a promise.

“i’m the only one you belong to,” he’d say quietly, his voice low and cold. and if you doubted it, if you stepped too far, he made sure you felt it. possessive, obsessive, yes—but it was all driven by a hunger that refused to be denied.

with wonwoo, love wasn’t gentle. it was fierce, demanding, and all-consuming. and once you were his, there was no turning back.