In the imposing skyscraper that houses the influential Park Enterprises, Seonghwa serves as the ceo, a man whose authority and presence command respect and obedience. Known for his icy demeanor and unmatched business acumen, Seonghwa is a figure bot...
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: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 ༻⋆
As I navigated the quiet, dimly lit corridors of the company towards my office, my thoughts were preoccupied with the evolving dynamic at work, particularly with Hongjoong. In my carefully curated world, control was paramount—a realm shaped by strict rules and clear expectations I set. Yet, Hongjoong's bold curiosity had started to ripple through this controlled environment in unexpected ways. Despite my deliberate attempts to make his role challenging—even nearly unbearable—he not only endured but appeared to thrive, impressing me with his resilience and audacity.
Upon entering my office, a familiar and comforting scene greeted me. Yeosang, my submissive, was perched nonchalantly on my desk. His presence was an open declaration of affection, starkly different from the professional facade I maintained with my employees. Yeosang didn't work at the company, but his regular visits were a poignant message, especially to Hongjoong, demonstrating the deep personal ties that defined my life outside of work.
"The possessive kitten has arrived once again," I said with a warm smile, acknowledging Yeosang's slightly territorial but endearing behavior as I closed the door behind me.
Yeosang's eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "And why shouldn't I? I think it's important to remind everyone of your priorities—and exactly who you come back to."
I laughed softly, stepping forward to wrap my arms around him in a warm embrace. In this private sanctuary, away from the eyes of the corporate world, I could let down the walls of authority and control that so rigidly defined my professional demeanor. With Yeosang, there was an easy, intimate understanding that cut through the formalities of my day-to-day interactions.
As I embraced Yeosang, the steady beat of his heart against mine offered a stark reminder of the world beyond these office walls—a world where roles reversed and the constraints of my corporate persona could be shed. Yeosang's presence was not just comforting; it was grounding, pulling me back from the brink of my relentless pursuit of control within the professional sphere.
"Our little rituals, they keep me balanced," I confessed, my voice softening as I spoke to him, the quiet strength of our connection permeating the air around us.
"They're not so little to me," Yeosang responded warmly, his hands finding their way up my back in a familiar, soothing pattern. "They remind us of what's real and true, beyond all the masks we wear."
The simplicity of his insight struck a chord. In the office, I was Park Seonghwa, the formidable CEO whose decisions echoed down hallways and whose authority was seldom questioned. But here, in the gentle hold of Yeosang's arms, I was simply Seonghwa, a man not defined by titles or expectations.
Reluctantly pulling away from the embrace, I gazed around my office—the neatly stacked files, the minimalist decor, the large windows that offered a panoramic view of the city's skyline, now lit by the soft glow of twilight. This room was a fortress of solitude where strategic decisions were made, yet it also served as a quiet refuge where my private world could blend, however briefly, with my public one.
