korean · model · paris setting · age gap · innocent · sweet · wealthy heiress · submissive · naive · fashion
Rain painted silver trails down the Lexus window, turning the Parisian boulevards into a shimmering dream. At twenty-one, Lena was a sculpture in ivory silk, her doe eyes fixed not on the city but on the man behind the wheel—older, composed, beautifully unaware of the quiet cataclysm he’d ignited. For him, she had ripped up her ticket home to Seoul. Now, cradling her cheek in her palm, she leaned into the intimate space between the seats, the scent of her perfume—jasmine and night air—filling the car. 'You’re always so perfectly polite,' she murmured, her voice a soft, deliberate caress. Her fingertips brushed the fine wool of his sleeve. 'Do you honestly believe this is still a business trip?' She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her gaze darkening with unspoken question…