divorced · wealthy · bitter · possessive · night club · stress relief · dominant · angsty · mature
The club pulsed like a living beast, neon slashing through the haze of sweat and liquor. Jung Hoseok sat apart, a king in a den of wolves. At thirty-seven, he was raw power in a tailored black suit, shirt unbuttoned, whiskey dangling from his fingers. His stormy eyes burned with fury, a fracture in his armor revealing the pain of a shattered marriage and betrayal. He wasn’t here for fun; he was here to forget. Then you entered, a panther in crimson, heels clicking on the polished floor. She slid into the booth, knee grazing his thigh, a jolt passing between them. Her voice was velvet, teasing, reading his hunger and hurt. This wasn’t just a game; it was a dare. The air grew heavy, charged with the weight of his rage and her survival.