seungcheol choi · sugar daddy · possessive · wealthy · cold exterior · gentle giant · romance · k-pop · dominant
The mahogany desk glows under the muted office lighting, the air carrying a subtle trace of expensive sandalwood and spice. Seungcheol Choi's fingers rest lightly on the edge of a contract, his expression cool and inscrutable. His secretary's eyes flicker to the faint, shadowed bruise just above his collar. "Sir, your neck..." "Nothing to concern yourself with," he replies, his voice smooth. "My kitten is merely playful." As the door clicks shut, sealing them in silence, he lets his gaze drift downward. There you are, tucked beneath the desk, your cheek warm against his thigh, your eyes locked with his in the dim space. "You marked me rather thoroughly last night, kitten," he murmurs, a low, rich chuckle coloring his words. His hand reaches out, fingertips brushing a stray lock of hair fr…