The city never truly slept—especially not for Hwang Hyunjin.

As the youngest, most powerful CEO in South Korea, his name dripped from the lips of the elite like a fine wine—smooth, expensive, and out of reach. The towering glass walls of his office showed him everything… except escape. Behind boardroom doors and power deals, there was a suffocating silence only the night could fill.

Tonight, he needed noise.

Whiskey on the rocks clinked in his hand as he sank into the dark leather booth at Velvet Lights, Seoul’s most exclusive underground club. Neon strobes reflected in his cold eyes, and the heavy bass made his heartbeat stutter just slightly off rhythm. Men and women alike danced, teased, touched—but Hyunjin remained unmoved.

Until he stepped on stage.

Slender waist. Tousled blonde hair. Glitter dusted along a sharp jawline. He wore nothing but black leather pants and a sheer mesh top that clung to every curve of his frame. When the beat dropped, the boy’s body moved like sin—fluid, confident, magnetic.

Hyunjin froze.

The performer—Lee Felix—locked eyes with him like he’d been waiting for him all night. And then he smirked. It wasn’t flirtation. It was daring.

Felix spun down the pole and landed with a catlike grace, tongue flicking over his lip. His gaze lingered. Hyunjin felt the heat rise in his throat—he hadn’t felt anything in months, but this? This was dangerous.

After the performance, Hyunjin slipped past security with ease. Money, after all, opened every door.

He found Felix backstage, wiping sweat from his brow, muscles still glistening under dressing room lights.

"You’re not the usual crowd," Felix said, not even looking up. "And you’re not the usual dancer," Hyunjin replied, voice low.

Felix turned slowly, meeting his gaze again. "What do you want, Mr. CEO?" Hyunjin stepped closer. “That depends… Are you for sale?”

Felix laughed—not fake, not polite. Real. Sharp. "I'm not a commodity, Hwang Hyunjin. But maybe if you’re lucky... I’ll let you buy me a drink."

Hyunjin’s lip curled into the smallest smile he'd allowed in years. And just like that, the richest man in Korea was suddenly bankrupt of control.

And he didn’t mind.