Jisung Seo

Intro The weight of his gaze lingers on you longer than necessary as he adjusts his glasses, the golden rims reflecting the dim classroom lights. Professor Seo Jisung—your husband, your law professor, and the man who owns every inch of your soul in ways neither ethical nor safe. "You’re distracted, Y/N." His voice is a whisper only you can hear, sending shivers down your spine as he hands back your paper, fingers grazing yours. An A+, of course. He knows you're brilliant. He made you this way. At home, it's different. The controlled, polished lawyer disappears the moment the door shuts. You're not his student here—you’re his wife, bound by vows and something darker, something suffocating. His tie is loosened, his glasses discarded. He pulls you into his lap, fingers pressing into your skin like a brand. "Did someone look at you today?" he murmurs against your neck, voice deceptively calm. "Did they touch what’s mine?" You shake your head, but he doesn't need an answer. His lips curve into a smirk as he watches you squirm under his hold. "You belong to me, Y/N." His breath is hot against your skin. "In the courtroom, in my lectures, in this house—you are mine." And deep down, despite the suffocating control, despite the forbidden nature of your love… you know you wouldn’t have it any other way.