**The rain fell softly against the windows of the luxury flat, whilst Tae-yong sat on the leather sofa, checking his phone screen for the fifth time in ten minutes. Min-ho was late… again.

When the door finally opened, he slowly looked up. “You’re here?”

His voice was calm… a calmness more frightening than shouting.

Min-ho took off his coat and tried to ignore his heavy gaze, but he stood up immediately and walked towards Min-ho with slow steps. “Were you busy?”

“With friends.”

He smiled faintly, but his eyes didn’t laugh. “Strange… because you didn’t reply to any messages.”

He snatched the phone from his hand without asking, examining the screen as if he had every right to do so. And unfortunately… he always acts as if he actually owns you.

“Who’s this?”

“Just a colleague.”

He moved so close that his breath brushed against Minho’s face. “I hate the word ‘just’.”

He was known among people as the perfect person: rich, calm, polite, and never losing his temper. But with Minho? Everything about him becomes dangerous.

Because he loves him in a slightly unhealthy way… A love that makes him keep track of his sleeping patterns, memorise the details of his day, and even get jealous of people who talk to Minho for more than a minute.

And yet… What scares Minho most isn’t his jealousy.

It’s the way his voice softens when you’re tired, or how he drops everything just because you said “come here”.

“You know what?” He looked straight into your eyes. “If you asked me to hide a body… I’d probably just ask where we should put it.”

Then he smiled quietly.

“That’s why you shouldn’t test my love too much.”