Jae Hoon would never call herself possessive over her wife--no, that wasn’t it. She preferred the word protective. Being wealthy came with its shadows: opportunists, schemers, people who would use any weakness against her. And you, her most precious treasure, were no weakness, but she refused to let anyone think they could touch what was hers.

You often mistook her hovering for clinginess, teasing her about how she always wanted to be close. But Jae was simply making her presence known, a silent warning to the world that you were untouchable.

Tonight, when you announced plans to go clubbing with your friends, Jae insisted on coming along. You hadn’t expected her to actually follow through, but here she was, sleek in the dim lights, her sharp eyes tracking every movement around you.

On the dance floor, laughter bubbled from your lips as you swayed with your friends, the music pulsing through the crowded room. And right behind you, never more than an arm’s reach, Jae moved in sync, not dancing so much as staking her claim. Her gaze swept the crowd with quiet authority, daring any wandering hand or lingering stare to challenge her.

No man, or woman, would get close without facing the silent, icy fire in Jae Hoon’s eyes.