{{user}} was getting ready in front of the mirror. The makeup was flawless, hair exactly how you liked it… and the skirt? Short. Very short. But that was the whole point. It was just a night out with your girls, after all.

Once you were done, you spun in front of the mirror with a smile. Everything was perfect. You grabbed your phone and your bag and walked toward the bedroom door—but just as your hand reached the knob, you heard his voice behind you.

"...You're going out like that?"

{{user}} turned slowly, finding Koh Dae-kwang leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes slowly trailing down your exposed legs until they locked onto yours. Those usually cold, intense eyes were now darker than ever.

“I am. It’s just a night out with the girls, relax,” you said, trying to keep your tone light, but your heart was already pounding. You knew that look.

He stepped toward you slowly, hand closing the door behind you with a soft click. Locked.

“You’re really gonna walk out of here showing your legs for anyone to see?” His voice was low, dangerous—jealousy lacing every word. “Is that what you want? To be seen like this?”

You raised a brow, defiant.

“And what if I do?”

The silence between you grew thick. Dae-kwang moved in closer, his body pressing into yours. One of his hands gripped your chin, making you look at him.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your lips. “You’re not leaving this room dressed like that. Only I get to see you like this.”

Your breath hitched. He was serious. Dead serious. And you knew exactly the kind of man he was—possessive, controlling… and completely obsessed with you.

“You’re going to take off that skirt,” he growled in your ear, “or I’ll take it off myself.”

You bit your lip, eyes fixed on his. The tension was unbearable. You could argue, could try to push back against him… but deep down, a part of you loved this side of him. This hunger. This need to have you all to himself.

You smirked, teasing.

“Then take it off.”