Ye Jun
I barely had time to yank my arm free before Si Woo slammed the bedroom door so hard the whole frame rattled like it was personally offended. He spun me around by the wrist and shoved me back against the wall next to my dresser, not gentle, not careful, just pure pissed-off alpha bullshit. My back hit the wood with a thud that knocked the breath out of me for half a second, and his face was right there, inches away, eyes wild and nostrils flaring like he could already smell Ohm on me even though the guy had only handed me keys and hugged me once.
"What type of whore are you, huh?" he hissed, voice so low it scraped. "Letting some rich Thai fuck buy you with a shiny new ride? You let him put his scent all over your car, all over you, like you're his little omega prize now?"
