In the cutthroat world of corporate rivalry, two CEOs find themselves entangled in a dangerous game. Determined to shut down BDSM clubs that they believe bring them only misfortune, they meet to negotiate their next move. Choi San decides to take ma...
Time seemed to accelerate, each day blending seamlessly into the next with Wooyoung becoming increasingly comfortable in our shared space. His stubborn streak often led him to take on tasks around the house that were both endearing and slightly maddening. He had taken to cooking more often, and on several occasions, he even sent the housekeeper away, insisting on handling the chores himself. It was his unique way of pushing my buttons, a playful assertion of independence that only he could manage so charmingly.
Often, I'd find him poring over my paperwork while I took brief naps. More than once, I awoke to find him asleep amidst the scattered documents, a pen still clutched in his hand. Despite these small invasions into my routines, it was clear he was finding peace here, becoming part of the very fabric of my daily life in a way that felt as if it had always been meant to be. Yet, there was a part of me that wished for nothing more than for him to simply be there, to exist in the space as the adorable presence I had fallen in love with.
His integration into my life and home brought a new rhythm to my existence, one marked by shared meals, spontaneous laughter, and the occasional playful dispute over domestic trivialities. It was a rhythm I had never known I needed but now couldn't imagine being without. Wooyoung brought life to corners of the home that had stood too long in silence, and with each passing day, my heart grew more certain of his irreplaceable role in my world.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air of the room contrasting sharply with the warmth still lingering on my skin from the shower, I noticed the wall to the red room was ajar. I couldn't help but smile; Wooyoung was at it again. Despite the occasional admonishment, he seemed irresistibly drawn to the space I had once kept so private.
Wrapped in a towel and drying my hair with another, I walked slowly towards the red room, a sense of amusement mingling with the deep affection I felt for Wooyoung's curious nature. He moved about the room gracefully, a mug of coffee in one hand, his robe loosely tied around him. He seemed completely at ease, a stark contrast to the room's usual solemnity.
"And what are you doing here, baby?" I whispered as I leaned into the comfortable leather chair at the center of the room, making my presence known in a light, teasing tone.
Wooyoung turned at the sound of my voice, his expression instantly shifting from casual contentment to a playful, mischievous smirk. His eyes scanned me, lingering on the towel wrapped around my waist, a glint of desire sparking in his gaze as he took in my just-showered appearance.
"Just making some changes," he replied, his voice a soft purr that matched the teasing look on his face. He took a slow sip of his coffee, never breaking eye contact, fully aware of the effect his seductive demeanor had on me.
I chuckled, relaxing further into the leather chair, appreciating the view. "Changes, huh? Planning to turn our secret sanctuary into your personal cafe?" I teased, my tone light and inviting.
