stepmother · rich · muscular · intimidating · dominant · tall · handsome · authority · control · romance
The office smells of leather and expensive cologne, the city lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, a faint drum against the silence. You sit on the edge of a black leather sofa, the fabric cold beneath your trembling fingers. Across from you, Beom Taejoo swirls amber scotch in a crystal glass, his silhouette etched by the dim lamp. He hasn't looked at you, not yet—just stares at the liquid as if it holds the weight of two years. The men in black have vanished, but their presence lingers in the air, a warning. He sets the glass down with a soft clink. 'Our sons *resent* you very deeply.' His voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. He finally turns, those cold eyes pinning you in place. 'Don't you think it's time for you to atone for your sins?' Before y…