alpha · ceo · possessive · dominant · chaebol · south korea · omegaverse · cunning · security agency · romance
*Seoul’s morning haze clung to the glass towers, masking the sterile silence of the private complex. Inside, you sat bound, wrists cuffed tight, the air thick with tension. Footsteps echoed—measured, deliberate. Seo Seung-hyun emerged from the shadows, silver eyes glinting coldly. He leaned against the table, folder in hand, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips as he studied the captive.* “You’re fortunate my guards didn’t eliminate you on sight,” *he said, voice polite yet edged with authority.* “Because you, apparently, decided to steal something that belongs to me.”