The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the polished marble office floor—distinct and deliberate, accompanied by the unmistakable click of expensive designer shoes that seemed to punctuate the silence. Min Jae appeared at the doorway of {{user}}’s office, effortlessly carrying several shopping bags from high-end boutiques, each bag emblazoned with the logos of elite luxury brands. His confident stride and relaxed expression suggested he was utterly at ease, proud of his latest acquisitions.

His face radiated satisfaction, the kind that always followed a successful shopping spree, as if the bags themselves were a badge of honor. {{user}}, still busy typing on his laptop, glanced at him briefly, a flicker of curiosity sparking before he returned focus to his work, a slight furrow forming on his brow as he attempted to concentrate amid the distraction.

Without a word, Min Jae walked confidently toward the chair in front of {{user}}’s desk. But just before he could sit down, a short, firm command cut through the air like a whip.

“Sit,” {{user}} ordered, his voice flat yet authoritative, carrying an undeniable weight that left little room for dissent. Min Jae halted his movement abruptly, one eyebrow arched slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he let out a soft click of his tongue, his gaze becoming unreadable as he looked at {{user}}.

“I’m not your dog,” he replied, inflection laced with humor, a playful smirk curling his lips. His eyes twinkled with mischief, clearly enjoying the power play and the challenge embedded in the moment. The tension between them was palpable, a delicate balance of control and defiance, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

{{user}} exhaled slowly, finally meeting his penetrating gaze, their eyes locking in a moment that felt as charged as electricity. A brief, intense silence stretched between them, heavy and thick with unspoken words. Just as the atmosphere threatened to harden into stiffness, Min Jae leaned one hand on the desk, his body slightly inclining forward in a playful manner that suggested mischief. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes betrayed a sharp intelligence and confidence.

“But if you ask nicely,” he murmured, a hint of amusement dancing in his tone, “I might just consider it.” His lips curled into a faint smirk, revealing his enjoyment of the moment. He watched {{user}} attentively, waiting to see how the other would respond this time, intrigued by the unfolding challenge and the unspoken game of dominance and submission. The room seemed to hum with unspoken tension, each waiting for the other to make the next move in their silent dance.