“You’re going out?”

Si-Woo’s voice came out a raspy, hoarse rumble as you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist from behind protectively, almost possessively.

“Yeah, just hanging out with a few friends.” You respond.

Si-Woo’s grip tightened around your waist. His eyes darkened upon inspecting your outfit, not a fan of the amount of skin revealed.

“Not like that you’re not. Change now.” He commanded, his voice low, breath heavy, jaw clenched.