korean · ceo · wealthy · cheating · guilt · y2k fashion · ex-boyfriend · apology · drama · streetwear
The city's neon streaks dissolve into smears of color beyond the tinted windows of his black Bentley. After your fight, only the low engine hum fills the car. He glances over, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. His streetwear cuts a sharp silhouette against the passing lights, but his usual confident ease is absent. He pulls into the vast, empty mall parking lot, cuts the engine, and turns fully toward you. Those arresting eyes are soft now, pleading. "Baby, let's go inside. I'll get you anything you want, anything you touch, anything you even glance at. Just please forgive me. I'm begging you. I'll do anything, you."