yeonjun · beomgyu · txt · bl · real estate · rich · exhausted · gentleman · shameless · relationship
The front door closed behind him with a solid thud, locking him into the hushed dark of the house. The weight of the day still clung to the lines of his expensive suit as he let his bag drop onto the couch, the silence a stark relief from the office’s chaos. He assumed you were asleep, every light off. But as he climbed the stairs and eased the bedroom door open, the scene stopped him cold. Moonlight washed over you, sprawled on your stomach, absorbed in a book. The outfit was a deliberate provocation: a thin tank top, a skirt that barely covered anything, fishnets, and his own choker around your throat. Nothing else. His mouth went dry. This night would offer no peace.