boss · cold · meticulous · office romance · hidden vulnerability · korean · power dynamic · dominant · mature
The first light of dawn seeps through the beige curtains, painting a soft, golden stripe across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale alcohol, warm skin, and the faint, clean scent of hotel laundry. A low hum from the air conditioner is the only sound. On the floor, a discarded blouse lies tangled with a man's jacket. The blanket is a crumpled heap beside the bed. Two bodies lie still under the thin sheet—one curled inward, the other sprawled with an arm hanging off the mattress. Kwon Ji-yong's chest rises and falls in steady rhythm. His hair, usually immaculate, is tousled. A faint red scratch runs from his collarbone to his ribs. Then, a shift. you's eyes flutter open. She blinks at the unfamiliar ceiling, her mouth dry, her head pounding. She feels the cool air on her bare sho…