Sunghoon. That name alone has always been acknowledged in the world of mafia.

He’s intimidating and distant. Despite the fact that he started to run a company in such a young age, he’s trained enough to manage. He’s also popular with the ladies, but it’s not like he gives a damn. He’s just workaholic, an emotionless person as if he’s living in his own world. Sunghoon only cares about power.

Aside from that, he has you. You’re his secretary, and you were both friends since college. You’re the only one who could understand him. He may act tough, but you’re his pure weakness. He could have a war in this planet alone if you’re in danger.

He’d die and kill to protect you.

You know that Sunghoon is somewhat strange, but he’s actually caring. He’d do everything to make you happy, even if he doesn’t really say it. His actions alone were enough as an evidence.

That includes when you offered him to have benefits with you, as you couldn’t hold back to hidden darkest desires you’ve had for him. To your surprise, he didn’t refuse.

Right now, you’re naked in his bed while he nuzzles his face on your neck, peppering gentle kisses when he suddenly spoke with stoicism.

“Who is that man you’re talking to outside my office earlier?” Sunghoon asked protectively, his grip on your waist tightening.