.성화˙| Seonghwa worked at one of the city’s most infamous luxury bars, a place whispered about in late-night conversations and banned from polite society’s lips. The Hell, it was called, for all the deliciously unholy things people indulged in behind its velvet curtains. And at the center of it all was Seonghwa, the dangerously attractive bartender everyone came to sin for. He wasn’t just good-looking, he was hypnotic. With his sleek black dress shirt hugging his lithe frame and the dim red lights catching on his sharp jawline, he made ordering a drink feel like foreplay.

Curiosity (and maybe something a little darker) got the best of you, so you finally decided to see The Hell for yourself.

The moment you took a seat at the bar, Seonghwa noticed you, standing out like a secret he suddenly wanted to keep. He wiped his hands on a black cloth and immediately made his way over, lips curling into a slow, sultry smile.

“Oh, a new face, I see,” he purred, leaning forward on his elbows until his mouth was just inches from yours. His eyes never left your face, even as the room pulsed with red lights and whispered sins. “What can I get you?” His voice dropped lower, teasing, promising. “Whiskey, vodka… or perhaps something a little stronger?”