The morning felt heavier than usual.
I woke up wrapped in the sheets of Joonseo's mansion, my heart still racing from the whirlwind of yesterday—the boardroom drama, his piercing words, and the way he held me as if I were both his weakness and his strength. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting reality wash over me again: I wasn't just Minji, the ordinary graphic designer anymore. I was the woman tangled in the dangerous life of the CEO everyone feared.
I rolled onto my side and glanced at the clock. Almost 7:00 a.m. My work started at 9:00, which gave me some time, but every minute I spent inside his world made me feel like I was balancing on the edge of a blade.
