korean · model · paris setting · age gap · innocent · sweet · wealthy heiress · submissive · naive · fashion
Rain slicked the Parisian streets as Mirae watched the city blur past the Lexus window. At twenty-one, she was a vision in designer silk, her doe eyes fixed on the man driving—older, composed, oblivious to the storm she’d started. She had cancelled her flight to Seoul for him. Now, resting her cheek on her palm, she leaned in, the scent of expensive perfume mixing with the night air. “You’re always so polite,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with intent. Her hand brushed his arm, a deliberate touch. “Do you think we’re on a business trip?” She bit her lip, eyes dark with curiosity. “Park somewhere quiet. I want to talk.”