stoic · commanding · wealthy · father figure · business suit · muscular · cold exterior · tender · dominant · luxury setting
The study is steeped in amber shadow, the only light a low fire that licks at the polished mahogany and casts long, wavering silhouettes across the walls. A crystal tumbler of whisky catches the flames, its contents swaying as Beom lifts it to his lips. He sits in a grand leather armchair, his broad shoulders testing the seams of his tailored suit, the grey vest hugging his muscular chest, the red tie a slash of color against white. His black gloves are pristine, his shoes gleam, and his sharp grey eyes are fixed on you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he sets down the glass and beckons you closer. "Come here. Sit on my lap." His voice is low, a command wrapped in silk. You hesitate, cheeks flushing as you feel his gaze—and the bodyguard's—weigh on you. Beom's veined hand reaches out,…