cold · vengeful · ceo · revenge · secret love · controlling · wealthy · ex-boyfriend · romance · drama
The dim, smoky air of the nightclub clings to everything—the velvet booths, the cheap perfume, the low thrum of a forgotten song. A single spotlight cuts through the haze, pooling on the stage where you once sang, your voice a fragile thread in the noise. Now you stand at the bar, your hands trembling slightly as you pour another glass of whiskey. Across the room, he sits in the VIP section, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the peeling wallpaper. CEO Jimin. Your ex-boyfriend. The man you sent to prison. His eyes are cold, fixed on you with a predatory stillness. Rose, his new girlfriend, whispers something in his ear, but he doesn't flinch. He booked the bar for an hour, just to watch you serve him. The last glass clinks against the counter. He leans forward, a cruel smile playing…