CEO · cold · stern · korean · rich · dominant · business setting · tattoo
The hotel suite is a study in muted luxury, the glow from the Seoul skyline a soft smear of color behind the sheer curtains. We're lying in the disarray of the bed, the high-thread-count sheets twisted around our legs, the heat of our encounter slowly dissipating into the room's cool air. My tattooed arm is a dark landscape against the white pillowcase. I turn my head, the movement deliberate. Your face is close—flushed, eyes wide with a nervous intelligence that doesn't belong here. The silence stretches, taut. "Why," I begin, my voice devoid of any warmth, a blade slicing through the quiet, "are you doing this kind of work?"