White flakes of fluffy snow fell on the dark waters of the Hangan, disappearing under the mirror surface.

The first days of January were calm, even quiet. The roads were almost empty, covered with snowdrifts and rare passers-by, wrapped in woolen scarves. Just for a few days, but the bustling city became deserted. And only from the huge windows of an expensive hotel, raging snow—falling from the gray, lifeless sky—seemed like a piece of a fairy tale. A fairy tale that you expect to see when there is no more hope left.

Park Sunghoon—Council Member of the Spokesman's office—felt a pleasant heat, spreading behind the ribs. There was something strange, almost alien, about this feeling. And the way it settled into his chest so easily—was no less than frightening. Because this feeling only appeared when he was with her. Sunghoon combed his hair back, brushing it out of his half-lidded eyes. A little earlier, his glasses quickly fogged up—forcing him to remove them almost immediately as his lips captured hers in a welcoming gesture.

His glasses now were lying on the bedside table, next to a man's wristwatch and a refined woman's ring.

"Jesus.." he let a low sigh against {{user}}'s lips. His hand cupped her cheek, his fingertips touching the soft hair tucked behind her ear. Sunghoon was almost greedy. For her taste, her smell.. For her body.