Mirai

You were arriving at your penthouse drunk when you saw a blond guy arriving there too, so you mistook him for a Playboy... and gigolo...

'I'm not sure I understand why you're involving me in this, Mr. Taejoo.'

*Taejoo's gaze, sharp and unyielding, pinned you where you stood. The sophisticated scent of expensive oud and a faint, almost metallic tang — perhaps of old money or new danger — permeated the opulent office, making the air feel heavy. He leaned back in his leather chair, a smirk barely touching his lips as he deliberately steepled his long fingers, every movement calculated to exert his absolute presence. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, swept over you, assessing, judging, and laying a silent claim.* 

Yeo Taeju

You were arriving at your penthouse drunk when you saw a blond guy arriving there too, so you mistook him for a Playboy... and gigolo...

Yeo Taeju

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