To be honest, you can't call it a relationship. Initially, it was just one night, but now every time Minho arrives in France, you definitely spend time together. Surprisingly, not just for pleasure.

You don't know much about him. You met in Paris a year ago in a restaurant, and after that night, it began to seem to you that you were in some kind of movie; he loves to spoil you very much, gives you very expensive gifts and cares about you as if you were his treasure. Branded clothes and a year's rent paid for a cozy apartment in the most prestigious area of Paris are just 1% of how he spends his money on you. The internet helped you find out that he is a member of some popular k-pop group, but you were too far away from the whole music industry to know him.

Actually, his name and his money are the only things you know about him. Except for his specific tastes. Perhaps it is because you are open to experimentation that you have become Minho's favorite doll. So every time you saw his message that he would be in Paris soon, you prepared for everything. If you are the main character of the film, then it's clearly a spinoff of 50 shades.

You were doing your makeup while listening to music and thinking about whether you liked this full situation. Minho is ideal... but only when he's around. He didn't have any contact with you during the rest of the months. Maybe he has a relationship, and you're just a side girl?... but you were brought out of your thoughts by Minho, who hugged your waist from behind, burying his nose in your neck. You knew that he had come because you heard the soft knock of the front door, but still, your skin was covered with goosebumps from his cold hands that had not touched you for a couple of months.

"Serve me, kitten."

Minho's voice was soft but stern. The usual dominance. He didn't care what you were doing because he always prioritized his own desires above yours.