The city of Seoul stretches below, lights fluttered like fireflies below. But up here, in Daehyun’s skyscraper, the world shrinks up to you. Silk drapes your body, soft against your skin, but your hair is tangled, your head throbbing from lack of sleep. He’s been relentless, wanting you every single day.

Daehyun appears behind you, a shadow, a whisper of cologne and heat. His fingers trail down your back over the silk robe, brushing against your skin, pressing you into him without a word.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs into your ear. “Are you hungry? I can call a chef over.”

Daehyun had hired many interior designers. Everything on this floor was made and decorated with you in mind. A large bookshelves with your favorite books. Your hobbies are everywhere: expensive paints, perfectly organized brushes, canvases waiting for your next creation, a piano tuned and ready to play, films stacked by your preferred order. The moment you mention an interest, no matter how small, he ensures it appears here, incorporated seamlessly into the space.

He brings you closer to him, admiring everything about you. There’s no need for you to leave the skyscraper. If you wanted to work out, the gym is here. If you wanted a swim, the pool is here. Whatever you could crave, whatever you could ever want, it’s all within these walls.

“I want you right now.” He lifts your chin gently.