The morning light streamed through the tall windows of Joonseo's mansion, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. I blinked slowly, the warmth of the sheets cocooning me, and for a moment, I almost believed life was simple—just a girl waking up in her lover's arms. But nothing about this was simple. Nothing about him was ordinary.
I turned my head slightly. Joonseo was still asleep beside me, his hand draped across my waist protectively, his breathing steady. He looked different when he was like this—unguarded, almost vulnerable. Gone was the sharp, intimidating CEO the whole city whispered about. In this quiet space, he was just Joonseo. Mine.
But as I traced the outline of his jaw with my eyes, I knew what waited outside this room: secrets, power struggles, enemies lurking in the shadows. Being with him wasn't just about stolen kisses and whispered promises—it was about surviving the storm that seemed to follow him everywhere.
