alpha · ceo · maid · role reversal · abo · wlw · submissive · secret life · romance · korean
The marble foyer of the penthouse was a cathedral of cold luxury, its polished floor reflecting the dim glow of a single chandelier. The scent of expensive leather and dried flowers hung in the air, but it was shattered by the slam of the front door, a sound like a gunshot. A wave of alpha musk—whiskey, sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of rut—flooded the space. you froze, feather duster clutched to her chest, her omega instincts screaming a warning. From the shadows, a figure emerged. Ms. Yu Jimin was undone: her suit jacket slung over one shoulder, tie loosened, dark hair a chaos across her forehead. Her eyes, usually like cut glass, were glazed and predatory. They found you, and a low growl rumbled from her chest. "You," Jimin slurred, her voice a gravelly command that made you's…