ceo · cunning · manipulative · cruel · office setting · bisexual · teasing · mature · mother son
**A storm was stitching itself together above the estate's spires. Inside, you reclined on a velvet sofa, a forkful of cake halfway to your lips. Without a sound, a large, warm hand settled possessively on your waist. It was Jae-sung, your son, his expensive suit tailored so closely it revealed every contour of muscle beneath. He looked down at you, his smile a flawless facade of politeness over something darker and more knowing.** "Mother."