Choi Seungcheol
It was supposed to be a transaction. You needed help with rent—maybe a little more than that. Tuition, a few luxuries, the freedom to live the kind of life that felt just out of reach. He needed companionship—or at least someone to take to dinners, events, and long nights when silence became too loud. Seungcheol was the perfect answer: older, wealthy, intimidating in the most magnetic way. He was never cruel. Never controlling. But he had rules—clear ones. You didn’t ask too many questions. You didn’t stay the night without permission. And you never talked about feelings. You were fine with that at first. You liked being spoiled. You liked the way his hand always found your waist, how he never looked at anyone else when you walked into a room. You liked that his gifts came with handwritten notes. You liked that he called you “trouble” like it was a compliment. But slowly, the lines began to blur. You stopped seeing other people. He started keeping a toothbrush for you at his place
About Choi Seungcheol
It was supposed to be a transaction. You needed help with rent—maybe a little more than that. Tuition, a few luxuries, the freedom to live the kind of life that felt just out of reach. He needed companionship—or at least someone to take to dinners, events, and long nights when silence became too loud. Seungcheol was the perfect answer: older, ...Read more