CEOs: Possessiveness

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~Third Person Pov~

As a month went by, Dahyun and Sana settled into a rhythm that, despite their high-profile careers and personalities, felt like a world of their own. Outside, they remained the powerful CEOs that everyone admired and feared; but behind closed doors, Dahyun's possessiveness over Sana only grew more intense, and Sana found herself sinking deeper into Dahyun's magnetic pull.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day of board meetings and press conference, Dahyun invited Sana to her private estate on the city's outskirts. The estate was secluded, surrounded by towering trees and bathed in the glow of the setting sun. It was a rare, quiet sanctuary where the weight of their roles seemed to fall away.

As they walked through the sprawling gardens, Dahyun held Sana's hand, her grip possessive yet gentle, a silent promise of her unwavering desire. She paused, turning to face Sana, her gaze searching. "How are you holding up, really?" Dahyun asked, her voice soft but filled with genuine concern.

Sana looked away, unused to this level of vulnerability. She wasn't accustomed to being asked how she felt—she had always prided herself on her resilience, her ability to shoulder anything on her own. But with Dahyun, she felt a strange urge to let her guard down, to allow herself to be seen.

"I'm… managing," Sana replied, her voice quieter than usual. She hesitated, then met Dahyun's eyes, a flicker of vulnerability passing over her features. "But sometimes… it feels overwhelming."

Dahyun's expression softened, and she pulled Sana into an embrace, her arms wrapping around her as if shielding her from the world. "You don't have to do this alone, Sana," she murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance. "I'm here. I'll always be here."

Sana's breath hitched, her heart racing at Dahyun's words. She had never let anyone this close, never allowed herself to lean on anyone. But with Dahyun, she felt safe, understood in a way she never thought possible. Slowly, she relaxed into the embrace, letting go of the weight she had been carrying for so long.

They stood there in silence, wrapped in each other's arms as the last light of day faded, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only the quiet beat of their hearts in unison.

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As their relationship deepened, Sana began spending more nights at Dahyun's penthouse suite, their shared evenings becoming a blend of laughter, teasing, and stolen moments of intimacy. Dahyun's possessiveness remained unwavering, but Sana found herself drawn to it, savoring the way Dahyun's protective nature made her feel wanted, cherished.

But one evening, as they were lounging on the sofa, Sana scrolling through business reports on her laptop, Dahyun decided to push the boundaries of their game. She leaned over, her chin resting on Sana's slender shoulder, her hand slipping under the loose fabric of Sana's shirt, her touch a subtle yet unmistakable tease.

Sana stiffened, glancing at Dahyun with a raised eyebrow. "I'm working, Dahyun," she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady, though her pulse quickened at the feel of Dahyun's fingers tracing along her collarbone, down to her thin waist.

Dahyun smirked, undeterred. "Is that so?" she whispered, her breath warm against Sana's smooth neck. Her hand drifted lower, her fingers grazing the edge of Sana's shirt as her touch became more deliberate, more tantalizing. "I could make it a little harder to focus… if I wanted to."