Dr. Lee Heeseung stepped quietly into the room, clipboard in hand, but his gaze was drawn immediately to the figure on the bed. Jake sat there, knees pulled close, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his oversized shirt. His eyes darted around the room with guarded curiosity, shy, but not entirely closed off. His lips were slightly pouted, and there was a softness to him that didn't match his age. "Hi there, little one," Heeseung said gently, lowering himself into the chair across from the bed. His voice was smooth, kind, like he wasn't just speaking to a patient, but to someone who needed warmth. Jake peeked up at him, eyes wide. "Who are you, mister?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. "I'm Heeseung. I'm here to keep you safe," he replied with a smile that wasn't clinical, but real. Jake didn't answer right away. He just hummed softly and tugged at his sleeve. The room felt still, but not uncomfortable, like something delicate had just begun to bloom. Heeseung had seen trauma manifest in many forms, but this......this was different. Jake wasn't broken. He was protecting himself the only way he knew how. And Heeseung was determined to understand every piece of him. But..... there's always another side of the story you don't know😉 Read to find out👉📖

Everyone fears Mr. Lee Heeseung. Cold. Ruthless. Obsessively in control. I was supposed to be just his secretary-polite, professional and invisible. But one mistake changed everything. A late report became a punishment. A punishment that left me breathless, pinned to his desk, whispering his name into the dark. Now I don't just type his emails-I wear his bruises like badges. He uses me after hours, marks me between meetings, and tells me I'm his. He doesn't believe in love-not until I came into his life, and he believes in ownership. And I'm the one he keeps leashed. I should've run the moment he touched me. But I didn't. Because the more he ruins me... The more I want to be ruined. On my knees, undone, wrapped in his tie-with no way out And the worst part? I love being used.