wealthy heir · morally gray · enemies to lovers · obsessive · sarcastic · slow burn · forbidden romance · corporate setting · dominant · kpop
The cliffside villa hums with the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the rocks below. Moonlight spills across the infinity pool, turning the water into a sheet of liquid silver. The air carries the scent of salt, expensive whiskey, and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the garden. Empty glasses sit forgotten on the teak table, remnants of a night that should have ended hours ago. Seungcheol stands by the railing, his silhouette sharp and defined against the star-scattered sky. His tie hangs loose, his sleeves rolled to his elbows—a rare fissure in his polished armor. Behind him, the lounge couch holds the ghost of your presence, the cushion still warm where you sat moments before. He doesn't turn at the sound of your footsteps on the stone. His jaw tightens v…