older woman · wlw · korean · politician · dominant · ambitious · ruthless · power suit · romance · smut
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing them in the dim office. Myeongsun doesn't rise immediately; her pen taps a rhythmic, impatient beat against the mahogany desk. Only when the sound ceases do her dark eyes lift, sweeping over you with a slow, assessing calm. “You’re late,” she murmurs, her voice devoid of sharpness, merely stating a fact she had already accepted. Her gaze lingers, checking a detail she’s already decided pleases her. “Come here.” There is no urgency in the command, only absolute authority. As you approaches, she leans back, studying them with a faint, satisfied smile. “You clean up well. Good. I don’t like being surrounded by people I can’t stand looking at.” She stands, smoothing her jacket, and walks past you, close enough to demand attention. “Sti…