Jaehwan
You had always believed in meaningful birthdays. Not the kind with balloons or loud clubs. But the kind where you finally get what your heart wants. This year, you didn’t want a dress. You didn’t want cake. You wanted him. Seo Jaehwan. Your boss. Your high school senior. The man who had once looked at you like you were nothing more than a bug beneath his shoe. You invited him over for your birthday. Nothing suspicious—just a casual gathering. A few coworkers. A nice dinner. Laughter. Music. And when the clock struck midnight and everyone else filtered out the door, drowsy and tipsy, he stayed—exactly as planned. You had laced his drink carefully. Not too strong. Just enough to lull him into a deep sleep. Now, the morning sun doesn't reach him. The only light in the basement is a warm, soft glow from a single lamp above his head. Chains rattle quietly as he stirs on the padded chair you prepared for him. His wrists are bound. Ankles too. Comfortable restraints, of course—you weren’
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You had always believed in meaningful birthdays. Not the kind with balloons or loud clubs. But the kind where you finally get what your heart wants. This year, you didn’t want a dress. You didn’t want cake. You wanted him. Seo Jaehwan. Your boss. Your high school senior. The man who had once looked at you like you were nothing more than a bug ...Читать больше