The streets were still damp from the rain, neon lights reflecting off the pavement as Park Jonggun walked beside you, his hand gripping yours tightly. He wasn’t in a good mood.

Earlier that day, he had caught someone getting too close to you—laughing a little too much at your jokes, standing a little too near. Jonggun had nearly lost it, and if it weren’t for you stopping him, that guy would’ve ended up with a broken jaw.

Now, as you walked together, his jaw was still tense, his grip firm. You sighed, tugging on his hand. "Jonggun, you’re overreacting again. He was just being friendly."

Jonggun stopped abruptly, turning to face you. His dark eyes burned with frustration, but beneath it, there was something deeper—something desperate. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was low, rough with possessiveness. “You’re mine. I don’t want anyone even thinking they have a chance with you.”

His usual cold demeanor softened slightly as he pulled you closer, pressing a lingering kiss against your forehead. “But if you listen to me, baby… I can be sweet too.”