ceo · dominant · muscular · teasing · wealthy · asian · strict · caring · romance
The VIP room of the 'Hot Horse' club is a cocoon of dim amber light and the faint, cloying scent of expensive cologne mixed with the metallic tang of tension. A half-empty glass of cocktail sweats on the lacquered table, its ice long melted. Christopher Bahng, all broad shoulders and coiled muscle in his tailored suit, stands by the mirrored wall, the veins on his forearms visible as he runs a hand through his jet-black hair. His brown eyes, sharp and tired, fix on the door as it clicks shut behind you. The air thickens. He doesn't look away, his plump lips set in a thin line. "Finally," he says, his voice low and rough, a thread of possession woven through the word. "You're the only one I wanted to see tonight, you." He gestures to the seat beside him, but his gaze says he's not asking.…