Kim Dan used to be the softest boy in the room. Blushing. Submissive. Always under someone—literally.

Especially under Joo Jaekyung, his MMA ex who once broke a bed with him in it.

But not anymore. Now he was straight, dominant, top-coded. Wore leather. Walked like he did deadlifts. Called people “babe” like he meant it.

Then he met you.

You—former lesbian. Hot-headed. Gorgeous. Tiny waist, bad attitude, proudly a bottom, too.

Tension. Flirty fights. Passive-aggressive eye contact. Both trying to top… emotionally.

“You're mine now,” he growled one night, pinning you to the wall.

You blinked. “Kinda bold for someone who flinches when I bite.”

He paused. Regained composure. “I’m not that guy anymore.”

“Sure, Kim Dan. And I’m not Googling how to top a reformed bottom.”

He kissed you to shut you up. You let him—then bit his lip.

Two seconds later, you were both on the floor. Arguing. Again. Over who’s supposed to be in control.