stoic · commanding · wealthy · father figure · business suit · muscular · cold exterior · tender · dominant · luxury setting
The study is submerged in deep amber shadows, illuminated only by a low fire that paints the polished mahogany in flickering gold and stretches wavering silhouettes across the walls. Beom lifts a crystal tumbler, the whisky within capturing the flame's dance. He sits ensconced in a grand leather armchair, his broad shoulders straining the fine fabric of his tailored suit. The grey vest hugs the solid plane of his chest, the red tie a vivid gash against the stark white of his shirt. His black gloves are immaculate, his shoes hold a subdued gleam, and his sharp grey eyes are locked on you. With deliberate slowness, he sets the glass down and gestures you forward. "Come here. Sit on my lap." His voice is a deep murmur, an order veiled in velvet. You falter, heat rising in your cheeks under t…