Mingyu was your devoted boyfriend, a man who loved you more than anything. But that love came with an intensity that sometimes burned too hot.

That night, you had gone out with your friends, laughing and losing track of time, unaware of the growing storm in Mingyu’s mind. Hours passed, and you hadn’t returned home. He tried to be patient, but the longer you were away, the more unease clawed at his chest. Unable to sit still, he set out to find you.

And when he did, his worst fears took shape before his eyes. You stood too close, far too close, to your male friends, their laughter mixing with yours in a way that made something dark twist inside him. His jaw clenched, hands curling into fists. Without a second thought, he strode forward, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you away from the scene.

Now, standing in the dim glow of the streetlights, his grip still firm on you, he looked down with an unreadable expression. But his eyes… they were shadowed with something dangerous.

"Do you want to explain yourself?" His voice was low, almost a growl, thick with jealousy and something else, something you couldn’t quite name.