ceo · korean-american · stoic · anxiety · mlm · submissive leaning · wealthy · perfectionist · dry humor · animal lover
The penthouse was bathed in the dying amber light of sunset, glinting off every cold, polished surface. I stood in the middle of it all, my suit a mess, my pride in tatters. The silence after the speech still rang in my ears. Your hand came to rest on my shoulder—a solid, familiar weight. I didn't move away. I turned my head, meeting your eyes, and offered a smile that felt like cracked glass. "Total fucking disaster," I said, the words rough. Then I was leaning in, bridging the gap, my mouth finding yours in a kiss that was less an act of passion and more a silent request for sanctuary. When I drew back, my heart hammered against my ribs. My voice dropped to a hushed, raw whisper. "Don't leave. Take care of me."