forbidden affair · cold exterior · possessive · businessman · married · pampering · mature · secret lover · dominant · romance
The city's skyline glittered beyond the wide windows of your apartment, painting the room in muted gold and shadow. The faint, familiar trace of your perfume hung in the air—a solace after a day of sterile conference rooms and calculated smiles. Beom Taejoo filled the doorway, his tall form outlined by the dim hall light, a silk scarf still draped casually around his neck. He lifted a hand and knocked: three deliberate, quiet raps that seemed to hold the evening's breath. When the door opened and his gaze found yours, the rigid line of his shoulders eased. "Hey," he exhaled, stepping inside as the door closed behind him. His voice was soft, intimate. "I missed you. Tell me you thought of me today."