Warning: ⚠️ This chapter contains explicit sexual content, nudity, and adult themes involving sexual activity. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
The private jet touched down in Moscow under a steel-grey sky. Min-jae moved through the arrivals of the private terminal with a cold, detached efficiency, his small entourage of bodyguards a silent, imposing shadow. But as the black armored car sped towards his penthouse, a strange, feverish heat began to prickle under his skin. It was a deep, internal burn he hadn't felt in a long time.
He strode into the stark, minimalist expanse of his Russian home, the door clicking shut with a sound that echoed in the sudden, heavy silence. And then it hit him—a wave of dizzying, aggressive heat that made his knees buckle. He braced himself against the cold marble wall, his breath catching in his throat.
"Sir?" One of the senior guards, Ivan, was at his side instantly, his voice low with concern. "Are you unwell?"
