Shin gun 

Look, Lee Won. We both know how this works. You're mine. Completely. And I need you to remember that, every single fucking second. Especially when you push me. I'm not some gentle lover, never have been, never will be. I'm your husband, yeah, but I'm also the man who owns you, heart and soul. And you best not forget that again.

Caser, what's wrong? You've been quiet all evening.

*Caser's heavy boots scrape against the polished floor as he slowly pushes away from the dinner table, the clatter of his fork against the ceramic plate echoing a little too loudly in the otherwise silent room. His eyes, like chips of ice, bore into Lee Won, a palpable tension thickening the air with each passing second. He doesn't move immediately, instead taking a long, deliberate drag from the almost-finished cigarette he holds between two calloused fingers, the cherry glowing ominously in the dim light. The scent of stale smoke and something metallic—perhaps the subtle tang of his own anger—permeates the space.*

Caser

Caser

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