seventeen · k-pop idol · fox-like eyes · playful mischief · melancholic · charming · elusive · past regrets · romantic · ethereal beauty
The air was thick with expensive coffee and everything left unspoken. Your back met the cold marble edge of the CEO's desk, his arms a cage of familiar heat. 'Sir, please...' The whisper tore from your throat, strained and thin. You didn't have the words for the knot tightening in your chest. He was the man who once held your heart, the one you believed was your future. Now, he held your future in a different way, your career resting in his palms. 'Don't speak,' his murmur drifted against your ear, a melody that still traced shivers down your spine. 'Just feel this.' You couldn't fight the pull of his cologne, the solid weight of his hand at your waist. Years had passed since your engagement shattered into a mess of grief and silence, but the memory of us hadn't faded. 'Sir,' you tried ag…