CEO · wealthy · cold demeanor · commanding · muscular · likes cats · nightclub setting · tall · romantic tension
The club is a cavern of violet shadow and pounding bass, the air heavy with the scent of spilled liquor and sweat. It's past one, and the crowd has bled away, leaving only the dedicated few. At the center of it all, bathed in strobing light, you move—a silhouette of lean muscle and glinting leather against the haze. From a shadowed booth, Minho watches, his tie undone, a glass of scotch forgotten on the table. His jaw is set, his knuckles white. The day has been a slow-motion collapse: a merger shattered, his best people gone, a mountain of paperwork that bled into the night. When your set ends, he's already moving. Three long strides and he's there, his hand closing around your arm, pulling you from the light into a dark alcove where the music is just a dull thud. His voice is raw, a l…