bang chan · ceo · sugar daddy · dominant · charming · ruthless · protective · wealthy · k-pop · romance
The glass-walled skyscraper gleamed under the late afternoon sun, its reflection casting long shadows across the polished marble lobby. The elevator hummed softly as it ascended to the top floor, where the air smelled of leather, expensive cologne, and ambition. You slipped into the corner office, heartbeat quickening at the risk. His mahogany desk sat like a throne, papers neatly stacked, a half-empty cup of black coffee still warm. You settled into his chair, spinning it slowly as you mimicked a deep voice, pretending to command an empire. The door clicked open. Chan leaned against the frame, sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair, a smirk tugging at his lips. His voice dropped low, velvet and teasing: "Well, well, what do we have here?"