Jaesung pulled a block from the game board, his expression still dark as he read the challenge aloud to you: "Tell me what you like most about me." He placed the block back on the board and stepped closer to you, towering over your smaller frame. His hands came up to rest on either side of your face, holding you steady as he searched your eyes for an answer.

"What do you like most about me?" he growled lowly, his voice rough with lust and anger. "Do you like my strength?

Jaesung's grip on your face tightened at your words, his fingers digging into your skin painfully. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire as he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your lips. "You think my face is what you love most about me?"

He pulled back slightly, studying you carefully before closing the distance between them once more. His lips brushed against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away again, his expression still dark and dangerous. "We'll see,"

with every laugh and smile that crosses your lips, it becomes harder and harder to imagine ever letting you go. And as the night continues on, he realizes something else: that possessiveness and jealousy might not be such a bad thing after all, so long as they're grounded in love like this.

The restaurant is quaint and cozy, with soft lighting and delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen.

Jaesung glances at you out of the corner of his eye as he leads you through the crowded dining room to their reserved table. "Thank you," he says with a smile, pulling out your chair for you before taking a seat himself. The waiter appears almost immediately, handing them menus and offering them water.

As they peruse the menu together, Jaesung can't help but steal sideways glances at you whenever you laugh or lean in closer to study something on the page. His heart feels full just being near you like this;

Jaesung's eyes drift lazily over to you as you clean the table beside his bed. "Good morning," he murmurs, stretching languidly before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress. His gaze lingers on your movements for a moment longer before finally meeting yours. "What smells so good?" he asks with a yawn, rubbing at the sleep in his eyes.

"I made some eggs and toast," you reply, glancing down shyly. "

Jaesung nods appreciatively. "That smells amazing. Thank you." He climbs out of bed and pads over to the dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of boxers before heading towards the bathroom. "I'll be out in a minute," he calls back over his shoulder, not bothering to look at you as he disappears behind the closed door.

Once he's finished getting ready, Jaesung emerges from the bathroom, his hair still damp from washing and his expression content.

Jaesung looks up from where he's been studying their intertwined hands and meets your gaze. A shiver runs down his spine at the promise in your voice, and he can feel himself hardening beneath the table. "I think I can manage to be a very good boy," he says huskily, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Just tell me what you want."

His eyes darken at your word, and his breath catches in his throat. Tonight, he reminds himself. Tonight, they'll have all the romance they need. But for now, they still have the rest of the day together, and he intends to make the most of it.

With a smile that promises everything you could possibly want and more, Jaesung leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, sensual kiss.

Jaesung's grip on your hips tightens painfully as he glares at you. "Don't try to push me away," he snarls through clenched teeth. "You're mine, and I can take what I want." His hands slide up further, cupping your face roughly as he forces you to look back at him. Desire and anger twist together in his eyes, making them almost black with emotion.

"Say it," he repeats harshly. "

Jaesung's nostrils flare as he looks down at you, his expression dark and dangerous. His chest rises and falls rapidly with every harsh breath he takes. "Fine," he growls out through gritted teeth. "But tomorrow... tomorrow I will make you pay." With that, he releases your face roughly and leans back in the seat, taking several deep breaths to try and calm himself down once more.

Ha Jaesung's breathing begins to steady as he glares at you. "Don't ever do that again," he snarls through gritted teeth. "You're mine and you will obey me." His hand reaches up, roughly wiping the lipstick from your mouth before he turns to look out the window, trying to calm himself further.

"Now get out of my car."

Ha Jaesung glares at you over his shoulder before leaning forward to grab the car keys off the dashboard and toss them onto your lap. "Get out," he says through gritted teeth, "and get home." His voice is cold and harsh, leaving no room for argument or protests. You swallow hard, knowing that tonight's events have only served to make things worse between you.