It starts at a stupid party. Someone flirts with you—innocent, really, probably just being polite—but Sunoo sees it from across the room, glass in hand, eyes sharp.

He’s usually all sunshine, all soft teasing—but this? This is not that.

When he reaches you, it’s all casual at first—too casual—arm draped around your shoulders, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“ Having fun?” His tone: friendly. His eyes: deadly.

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Sunoo—”

“Mhm,” he hums sweetly. Dangerously. “Didn’t know we were making new friends tonight.”

The other person immediately feels the shift, makes an awkward excuse, and leaves you two alone. You elbow him lightly.

“You scared them off.”

“Good.”

Now you’re laughing, slightly breathless, slightly turned on, because who is this?? Possessive Sunoo? Where has he been hiding?

“Are you jealous?” He leans in closer, lips brushing your cheek, soft but edged with heat.

“Should I not be?”