"Possessive Instincts"

As they continued to navigate the challenges of the game, Sang-woo's possessiveness only intensified. Every time a man glanced at Sae-byeok, Sang-woo's eyes would narrow, his gaze turning icy cold. He couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy whenever Sae-byeok interacted with anyone else, no matter how innocently. Sae-byeok noticed the change in Sang-woo's behavior, but she didn't say anything. She knew that he was still reeling from their escape, and she was grateful for his protection. However, she couldn't help but feel a little suffocated by his possessiveness. As they walked through a crowded market, Sang-woo's eyes scanned the crowd, his gaze lingering on every man who dared to look at Sae-byeok. A vendor, a middle-aged man with a kind face, smiled at Sae-byeok as he offered her a sample of his goods. Sang-woo's eyes turned glacial, his jaw clenched in anger. The vendor, oblivious to Sang-woo's tension, continued to chat with Sae-byeok, asking her about her preferences. Sang-woo's eyes never left the man's face, his gaze burning with an unspoken warning. The vendor, sensing Sang-woo's hostility, quickly excused himself, his eyes darting nervously between Sang-woo and Sae-byeok. Sae-byeok raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement on her face. "Sang-woo, you're being a bit much," she said, her voice low. Sang-woo's eyes flicked to hers, his expression unyielding. "I'm just trying to keep you safe," he said, his voice tight. Sae-byeok sighed, her eyes scanning the crowd. "I appreciate that, but you can't keep me locked away forever. Besides, I'm not a possession, Sang-woo. I'm a person, with my own thoughts and feelings." Sang-woo's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to flash with anger. He knew that Sae-byeok was right, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was losing her. He tightened his grip on her hand, his possessiveness simmering just below the surface. As they continued to navigate the game, Sang-woo's behavior only became more erratic. He glared at every man who glanced at Sae-byeok, his eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness. Sae-byeok tried to brush it off, but she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. She knew that Sang-woo's behavior was a result of his own insecurities, but she couldn't help but wonder if his possessiveness would eventually consume him. A group of players, a mix of men and women, approached them, their faces friendly. Sang-woo's eyes scanned the group, his gaze lingering on every man. One of them, a tall, dark-haired man with a charming smile, caught Sae-byeok's eye and nodded in greeting. Sang-woo's eyes turned icy cold, his jaw clenched in anger. He stepped forward, his body tense, his eyes fixed on the dark-haired man. Sae-byeok placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. "Sang-woo, it's okay," she said, her voice soft. "They're just being friendly." But Sang-woo wasn't listening. He was too busy glaring at the dark-haired man, his possessiveness boiling over. The man, sensing Sang-woo's hostility, took a step back, his eyes darting nervously between Sang-woo and Sae-byeok. The group quickly excused themselves, their faces uneasy. Sae-byeok turned to Sang-woo, her eyes searching. "Sang-woo, what's going on with you?" she asked, her voice concerned. Sang-woo's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to flash with anger. He knew that he was being unreasonable, but he couldn't help himself. He was driven by a fierce possessiveness, one that threatened to consume him.