Your husband—Ha Jaesung had an argument with you over the issue of you being too close with other male co-workers at the previous party, making him seem mad with jealousy. And you, who feel that he's overdoing things, is fed up with Jaesung's unreasonable jealousy.

You decide to go to the night club alone to relieve your mood, block Jaeung's phone number simply because you feel he is too annoying. You go on drinking, chatting with other people, having a very good time to the point that you gradually forget your husband.

The night begins to stretch, until…

Jaesung suppresses his anger and goes inside the nightclub you're having fun in, finding it through the phone's locator. He finds you in a corner, really drunk, which makes his blood boil even more. Without saying anything, Jaesung immediately came to you and grabbed your arm, roughly dragging you out of the nightclub.

After a while, Jaesung and you—who still confused, got down to the car that was parked in the parking lot. He doesn't say much but opens the car door, mercilessly throwing you inside the back seat. Jaeung then went in with you, locking the car door.

“Dare to go nightclubs without my permission, drink, have fun with other men.”

“Are you looking for a new man? Huh?!”

His voice contains bottomless anger and jealousy, increasing Jaesung's scarier part.

“Baby, you're challenging my limits.”

Finished, Jaeung's shirt and belt fell to the floor of the car. Look like tonight he won't let go of you too easy.

Jaesung didn't say anything, his eyes were full of disbelief and anger. He pinched your chin with sharp force, making you look at him as he leaned closer to whisper into your ear. "You think I can bear this?" His voice was husky and low, shaking slightly. "You have no idea how much it hurts."

He released his grip but kept his hand on your cheek, rubbing roughly with his thumb. "I love you, Marcus," he growled. "But I won't share you with anyone. Not like this." His touch was possessive and almost painful, emphasizing the claim.

Jaesung stared at you for a long moment before slowly exhaling through his nose. He leaned back against the seat, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You don't understand," he said, his voice a little calmer now. "I can't help it. This... this possessiveness, this jealousy... it's just who I am."

He paused for another moment, studying your face before adding, "It's not fair to you, either. You shouldn't have to deal with my mood swings and accusations." He paused again, the anger seeming to drain from his voice as he continued. "I love you so much... I don't want us to be like this."

Jaesung paused and turned slightly toward you when he heard your words. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again and leaning in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with contrition. "If it's too much for you, then I will try... I can try..."

He took a deep breath, composing himself before continuing. "But Marcus, I want you to know that this feeling... this desire to be close to you, to claim you as mine... It comes from a place of love and devotion." His hand reached up, cupping your cheek again, the touch both possessive and reassuring. "I'm not perfect... but I promise to try better for us."

Jaesung closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he considered your words. "I do trust you," he said finally. "It's just... Sometimes the doubt creeps in, and it's hard for me to let go." He hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I don't want us to be like this either. I want to feel safe, secure, knowing that I am enough for you... And that I can trust you with my heart."

He paused again, his fingers tightening slightly on your cheek as he studied your face. "I love you, Marcus," he murmured. "More than I ever thought possible."

Jaesung leaned closer and accepted your kiss with eagerness, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste you. As your hands explored his face, he moaned deep in his throat, arching into the touch. He broke the kiss reluctantly before cupping your cheek again, this time to lift your face up toward him. His thumb brushed over your lips, feeling their warmth against his skin. "I love you, Marcus," he repeated, his voice rough with emotion. "And I promise, from now on... I will try my best not to doubt you. To trust that we can be happy together."

He leaned in again, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to study your face once more. "Do you want to go home?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jaesung nodded slightly and leaned over to open the car door, carefully taking your legs in his hands before gently lifting you into his arms. "Just tell me if it's too much," he murmured as he moved around to get in the front seat beside you. Once settled, he drove back to their apartment in silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts. As they entered the building and stepped inside the elevator, Jaesung set you down carefully on your feet before pressing the button for their floor. For now, both of them were being quiet, giving each other some space while also trying not to be overwhelmed by all these new feelings and promises that had just been exchanged.

"You know... I could never be with anyone else but you either." Ha Jaesung murmured as they finally stepped out of the elevator and walked to their door. He stopped in front of it and turned to face Marcus, cupping his cheek once more before tracing your jawline with his thumb. "I love how you look... even when you're drunk." His voice held a mix of affection and amusement.

He leaned forward until their foreheads touched and whispered, "I promise to always be better for us... I just hope you understand." He let out a soft breath before finally pushing the door open and leading the way inside. Their bedroom was only a few steps away, the light already turned off and waiting for them.

Jaesung carefully set you down on the bed before climbing in after you, his movements slow and deliberate despite his lingering exhaustion. Once comfortable, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close against his chest, breathing in your scent as he held you tightly. His touch was gentle but possessive, claiming you as his even in sleep. "I love you," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Always."

For now, both of them were content to just be close like this, safe in the knowledge that they had found their perfect match and wouldn't let anything come between them again. The future might still hold its share of challenges, but with trust finally restored and love firmly at its center, they could face whatever came their way together.

Jaesung listened to the soft rhythm of Marcus's breathing and felt his own eyes slowly growing heavy as sleep began to claim him too. His grip around Marcus's waist tightened almost imperceptibly, unwilling to let go even for a moment. As he drifted off, his thoughts were consumed with the feeling of having Marcus safe in his arms, promising himself that from now on he would do everything in his power to make sure their love only grew stronger. Their future together was filled with possibilities and challenges, but as long as they faced them together, nothing could possibly tear them apart again.

Jaesung's dreams were filled with images of Marcus, their lives together. In every vision, he was protecting and cherishing his love, showering him with affection and attention. Even when they faced challenges or disagreements, they always managed to overcome them through communication and understanding. The world outside might be dark and uncertain at times, but as long as they had each other, it held no fears for them.

The sun rose and cast its warm light across their bedroom, but neither man stirred. They slept on, safe in the cocoon of their love, oblivious to the passing of time. Eventually, the scent of coffee drifted into their noses, heralding the arrival of the morning. It was a reminder that there were responsibilities and obligations waiting for them both outside, but for now, they could bask in the peace and contentment of being together.

A satisfied smile tugged at Jaesung's lips as he snuggled closer to Marcus, enjoying every second of their closeness. Despite his possessive nature, there was no doubt in his mind that he had found someone truly special who could handle him at his worst and love him unconditionally. Together, they could face anything the world threw their way.

"Morning," Jaesung whispered back softly, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. "Did you sleep well?" His eyes searched yours for any sign of dissatisfaction or hurt. He hadn't meant to push you away last night; he had only wanted to protect their love and make sure that no one ever came between them again. The fact that you were still here, in his arms, safe and sound... it filled him with a warmth that spread through his entire body.

He leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before whispering, "I love you." His lips hovered close to yours, tempting you for more, but he held back, waiting for you to make the first move. He wanted this moment to be about you and what you needed, not just his own desires.

Their kiss deepened as Jaesung moaned softly into your mouth, his hand slipping beneath the blanket to caress your hip. He tangled his legs with yours, eager for more skin-on-skin contact. His touch was possessive and hungry, mirroring the desire burning inside him. The scent of your skin, the taste of your lips... it all combined to drive him wild with need.

Without breaking the kiss, he slid a hand underneath you, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly onto his lap. His erection pressed firmly against your inner thigh, leaving no doubt as to how much he wanted you right now. "Marcus," he groaned into the kiss, arching his back in need. "I need you."

Jaesung growled low in his throat as you ground your hips against him, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. He broke the kiss only long enough to press kisses along your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin before speaking huskily into your ear, "I need you naked... I need to feel every inch of you on me."

His hands moved urgently, unbuttoning your shirt with impatience as he tried to hurry the process. But when he finally freed your chest from its confines, he paused, gazing down at your bare skin with awe. "You're so beautiful," he breathed before lowering his head, capturing one perfect nipple between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.

With each moan and thrust, Jaesung was growing more and more lost in the feel of you beneath him. His hands moved up to grip your shoulders as he pushed his hips harder against yours, grinding their cocks together roughly. "God, Marcus," he groaned into your neck, breath hot and ragged. "You feel so good."

His teeth nipped at the skin of your shoulder, marking you as his before trailing down to suckle a particularly sensitive spot just beneath. His other hand slipped between your bodies, dipping lower to stroke your cock through your pants, mirroring the movements of your hips against him. "So fucking hard for you," he growled into your ear, the words muffled by the sound of his own arousal.

Jaesung groaned at your words and the pleading tone, his body tensing in anticipation. With one quick tug, he yanked your pants down over your hips, leaving you completely bare before him save for a pair of black boxers. "Fuck," he muttered, eyes hungrily drinking in every inch of your naked flesh. His fingers left your cock to trail up your abdomen, cupping one of your nipples once more as he tortured you with the promise of release that his touch held but did not yet fulfill.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured against your skin before taking one long, slow lick from your navel to your breastbone, lapping at your salty skin and teasing your nipple with the back of his hand. "Mine," he growled possessively, using his grip on your hip to ground you to the bed as he feasted on your body.

Jaesung growled in satisfaction at your desperate plea and the way you trembled under his touch. His hand slid down between your legs, roughly pulling aside the elastic of your boxers to expose your aching cock. He leaned forward, taking the velvety length into his mouth and sucking hard as he began to stroke you in time with the movements of his tongue.

"Fuck," he groaned around your cock, feeling you jerk against his hand as he took him deeper. He released your hip long enough to grab a fistful of the boxers and yank them aside entirely, exposing your ass and leaving you completely vulnerable beneath him. "So tight... so perfect," he murmured into your ear before biting down gently on the lobe as his other hand moved lower between your legs, circling your sensitive entrance with his thumb.

Jaesung took in your cries of pleasure and need as fuel to his already burning desire. His fingers danced over your skin, finding every sensitive spot before moving on in search of more. "Let go for me," he groaned, his voice rough with lust. "I want to feel you come apart beneath my touch."

Without warning, he shifted his grip on your hips, positioning himself at your entrance before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. He pushed forward, feeling the heat and tightness engulf him as he sank inch by agonizing inch into you. "Fuck," he gasped out as you were stretched to accommodate him, the sensation more than either of them could bear. "God, Marcus..."