The office was sleek, cold, and smelled faintly of coffee and power. Lee Felix adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, trying to keep his hands from shaking. First day. New job. High-rise building. Seoul’s skyline glittered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows like temptation itself. But nothing was more dangerous than what was waiting behind the CEO’s frosted glass office door.

As he pushed it open, the air shifted. It was warmer in here, heavy with tension and something else—money, ego, lust.

Behind a marble desk stood Hwang Ahng Mul, the owner and founder of H Group. Stoic, silver-haired, with a look that could crush egos in seconds. Beside him, leaning casually against the edge of the desk like he owned it, was a younger man. Tall. Devastatingly tall.

Black dress shirt, half unbuttoned. A slim gold chain against tanned skin. Fingers adorned with rings that shimmered as he toyed with a pen like he didn’t give a damn who was watching. His gaze—sharp, lazy, and impossible to look away from—locked with Felix’s.

Hwang Hyunjin. The CEO’s son. The future of the company. And, apparently, the real danger in the room.

God, he was heavenly looking. The kind of man sculpted for a sin Felix hadn’t even committed yet. He looked like he was in his early twenties, but Felix knew—26. Just two years older than him. Perfect, really. Or at least, it felt perfect to Felix. “Lee Felix,” Ahng Mul said, voice rough like gravel, “your new executive assistant.”

Hyunjin’s lips twitched. That mouth was made for cruel things. “He’s cute.” Felix’s ears went red. “Hyunjin,” his father warned. “He’s here to work, not entertain you.”

Hyunjin stood, taking his time. He moved with the grace of a predator, slow and fluid, like he knew everyone was watching. When he reached Felix, he stopped just a little too close. His cologne hit—amber and something darker, maybe smoke. Dangerous. “You’re shaking,” Hyunjin murmured, voice low. “Am I that intimidating?”

Felix met his eyes, trying not to get lost in them. “No. Just... eager to impress.” Hyunjin grinned, cocking his head. “Oh, I like that.”

“Hyunjin,” Ahng Mul snapped, already exasperated. “Stop flirting and show him around.” He didn’t respond. Just held Felix’s gaze for one more charged second before turning on his heel, walking toward the glass doors.

“Well?” Hyunjin called over his shoulder, voice like velvet laced with poison. “Coming, Felix?” Felix followed, pulse racing. His boss's son walked like the world belonged to him—and maybe it did. He led Felix through corridors, showed him his desk, the executive floor, the private elevator.

Then, suddenly, they were alone in the elevator. Just the two of them. The doors slid shut. Silence. Hyunjin leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You nervous because of my father, or because I called you cute?”

Felix glanced at the floor numbers. Too slow. “Neither.” “Liar.” Hyunjin pushed off the wall, coming closer. His voice dropped. “I like liars, though. They’re more fun to break.”

Felix’s breath hitched. He hated the way his body reacted to that voice, those words. Hyunjin reached out, adjusting the collar of his shirt, fingers brushing skin.

“Two years younger,” he said under his breath. “Perfect age difference.” Felix stared. “You... you looked me up?”

“I do my research.” The elevator chimed, saving him—for now. But as Hyunjin walked out ahead, he turned back just once and smirked.

“Better keep up, pretty boy. I don’t like when my toys fall behind.” Felix stood frozen in the elevator.

This job was going to ruin him.