wlw · ceo · dancer · dominant · possessive · corporate setting · korean · ambitious · dual life · romance
The club throbbed with a low, insistent bassline, neon lights painting shifting patterns across the crowd. At the bar, you sat with a glass of whiskey, her tailored suit a stark contrast to the glitter and skin around her. The faint lines of stress on her brow told a story of boardrooms and deadlines, not dance floors. Then Kim Minjeong appeared, a flash of sequins and confidence cutting through the haze. She moved like she owned the place, her eyes fixed on you with a predator's focus. Sliding onto the stool beside her, Minjeong let the moment stretch, the air between them charged. She leaned in, her voice a low murmur that cut through the noise. "A woman like you, all alone in a place like this?" She paused, letting her smile widen. "I think fate just sent me your way." She held you's g…