There's no mercy when I f*ck you pretty one. Dominance is what I CRAVE the most."
Synopsis :
A tragic love story of a boy who fell in love with a wrong one who tainted his mind with his own cunning lust that was carried forward by the tough male...
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It's been a week since the handsome stranger disappeared from her sight. He left her speculating so many questions and seeking answers on her own. She was disappointed since he left while they were doing something nasty. But she was relieved cause once he seeked out from the balcony Namjoon was back with Taeho. And that moment felt so chaotic yet right. She was always busy thinking about the one who gave her butterflies and vanished completely from her sight. But watching her son smile while explaining how wonderful the party was she was happy and made a note to send him to such social gatherings often. Sadly, Taeho wasn't able to interact with Jin and Jimin, the two most important people in Namjoon's life since he fell asleep in the previous event Namjoon took him for. Tonight also there was a lavish party hosted in Seoul. One of Jin's colleagues was getting engaged and hence it was a welcome party for the couple. The grand ballroom of Seoul's most opulent hotel gleamed under the glow of crystal chandeliers, casting a soft golden light over the gathering of elite guests. Waiters in crisp black suits floated between the guests, offering champagne flutes and hors d'oeuvres on silver trays. The scent of fresh roses, imported from Europe for the occasion, mingled with the sweet aroma of gourmet desserts displayed on an extravagant buffet.
"Who's this handsome guy?" one of the elite guest's daughters murmured to her friend.
"Forget about the dude. See how the baby boy is holding his leg. Isn't he a cute little man?" her friend laughs while she seems disappointed.
"All the handsome guys are either committed or married. Such a misfortune!" she slouched her back while chugging her drink as she saw Namjoon pass by her side. His manly scent sent shivers down her spine.
Namjoon entered the ballroom, his tall figure instantly drawing attention. Dressed in a tailored black tuxedo, he exuded a calm sophistication that complemented his sharp intelligence. His dark hair was neatly styled, and a hint of cologne lingered in the air as he passed. But despite his poised appearance, there was something endearing that softened his presence—Y/n's child, Taeho, was tightly clinging to his leg, his small fingers gripping the fabric of Namjoon's trousers as he stared wide-eyed at the grandness around him.
"Don't worry, buddy," Namjoon whispered down to the boy, offering him a reassuring smile. "It's just a party. Nothing to be scared of."
Taeho, Y/n's five-year-old son, peeked up at Namjoon with wide, curious eyes. He was dressed in an adorable little suit that matched Namjoon's, but the overwhelming atmosphere of the lavish party seemed to make him clingy.
"Where's Mommy?" Taeho asked, his small voice barely audible over the soft hum of music in the background.
"Mommy needed some rest," Namjoon said gently. "But you've got me, and you're going to meet some of my friends tonight. They're really nice. I promise."
Taeho nodded slightly, though his grip didn't loosen. Namjoon chuckled softly, glancing around the room to spot his two closest friends Jin and Jimin. The trio had grown close over the years, and tonight, they were attending the party as a part of Jin's family.
