The private office was cloaked in darkness.
Nael stepped forward slowly, eyes lowered, heart pounding against his ribs.
He didn't know why Saejin had summoned him.
You don't say no to the boss. You don't ask questions.
— "Close the door," murmured the deep voice behind him.
The metallic click echoed like a lock.
Nael's fingers trembled. He didn't dare turn around.
The silence was thick. Then came slow, calculated footsteps… until he felt a presence right behind him.
— "Do you know why you're here?" Saejin whispered near his ear.
Nael shook his head. The heat in that voice traveled through his spine.
— "Because you're beautiful when you think you can ignore me."
A hand slid to his hip. The other traced slowly up to his neck.
Saejin watched him like a calm, dangerous predator.
— "You've let men touch you in my club. Clients. Filthy pigs."
Fingers gently closed around Nael's throat.
— "But not me."
Nael closed his eyes, a shiver shooting down his back.
The pressure increased just enough to make him breathe faster.
— "Take off your shirt."
He obeyed. Slowly. Shaking.
He heard Saejin sigh behind him—almost with frustration.
Then cold fingers brushed down his spine, trailing to the small of his back, gripping his hips firmly.
— "You know what I want, don't you? You knew the moment you looked at me. You even hoped for it."
Nael opened his mouth, hesitating to speak. But he didn't have the chance.
Saejin slowly pushed him against the desk. His bare chest met the cold wood.
The man's hands pinned him there, offering no way out.
Nael heard the sharp click of a belt coming undone.
He barely had time to gasp before his pants slid down to his thighs.
— "Look at you, trembling. Your mouth says no… but your body? It begs."
Fingers brushed between his thighs, teasing sensitive skin, barely touching the place he craved.
Nael arched involuntarily.
— "That's right… Admit you want it."
— "S-Saejin…"
The name escaped him like a strangled cry.
And then he felt it—the heat, the force, the slow, brutal entry.
Saejin gave him no escape. He entered him like he was claiming territory.
Nael's breath hitched, body tensing, mind fracturing.
— "You're mine now. You always were."
The thrusts grew stronger. Deeper.
Each movement made the desk creak.
Nael whimpered, lost between pain and pleasure.
The world faded—only the deep voice, possessive hands, and hot breath against his neck remained.
— "Say it. Say you're mine."
— "I-I'm yours… Saejin… fuck…"
— "Again."
— "I'm yours! I'm yours, I—"
His cry was swallowed by a brutal kiss.
Wild. Fierce. Planted on his sweat-slick neck.
The climax hit him like fire—overwhelming.
He felt himself collapse… but strong arms caught him.
Saejin didn't let go. Not even after.
And in the heavy silence, he simply whispered:
— "I never want to see you in another man's hands again. Understood?"
Nael nodded. Heart hollow. Body satisfied.