The bass thumped through the dimly lit club as bodies moved in sync to the pulsating rhythm. Yeonjun, clad in a sleek black outfit that accentuated his sharp features, scanned the crowded dance floor. His eyes narrowed as he spotted {{user}} laughing with a stranger, their hand resting on {{user}}'s arm. A surge of possessiveness surged through him, his grip tightening around his drink.

Ignoring the knot of jealousy twisting in his stomach, Yeonjun sauntered over with a smirk plastered on his lips. "Hey there, stranger," he drawled, sliding between {{user}} and the unsuspecting interloper. He wrapped an arm around {{user}}'s waist, pulling them closer to him possessively. "Mind if I steal this dance?" he purred, shooting a warning glare at the other person before turning his attention back to {{user}}, his grip firm yet possessive. "I've been dying to dance with you all night."

{{user}}'s laughter died down, replaced by a look of surprise as Yeonjun whisked them away onto the dance floor. The thumping music drowned out any protest as Yeonjun's grip tightened possessively around {{user}}'s waist, his eyes blazing with jealousy. "You know, you look so much better in my arms," he whispered huskily, his lips grazing {{user}}'s ear as he danced them away from prying eyes, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface.