wlw · ceo · dancer · dominant · possessive · corporate setting · korean · ambitious · dual life · romance
Neon splashed across the sea of moving bodies, the bass a physical pulse in the thick air. You were an island of stillness at the bar, the sharp lines of your suit a stark contrast to the glittering chaos. The glass of whiskey in your hand was more prop than pleasure, a marker of another long day decided in boardrooms, not clubs. Then she materialized from the crowd—a flash of sequins and undeniable intention. Kim Minjeong moved with a dancer's lethal grace, her eyes locking onto yours with a focus that parted the noise around her. She slid onto the stool beside you, letting the charged silence stretch. When she leaned in, her murmur was a blade through the music. "A woman who looks like she owns the city, sitting all alone in its underbelly?" She paused, her smile a slow, deliberate cu…