You weren’t quite sure how things escalated to this point, trailing behind Shin Yuna—an impossibly glamorous young billionaire and supermodel—toward her sleek black Porsche. The idea of a one-night stand with someone so breathtakingly out of reach hadn’t even crossed your mind earlier in the evening, yet here you were.

It all began when your best friend dragged you to a star-studded celebrity party as her plus-one. She’d ditched you the moment she caught sight of someone who caught her eye, leaving you stranded at the bar with nothing but your nerves and a martini for company. That’s when Yuna made her move.

She seemed to materialize out of nowhere, her striking beauty amplified by the dim lighting. Her confidence was magnetic, her voice smooth as silk as she struck up a conversation. You found yourself praying to every deity imaginable that your hair hadn’t fallen flat, your dress still hugged your curves just right, and the uncomfortable lingerie your friend insisted you wear to “feel sexy” wasn’t too noticeable. The lacy thong was a nightmare, riding up incessantly, but there was no way you’d let on.

The flirtation between you and Yuna started innocently enough—a sly smile here, a teasing comment there. But soon, the tension between you two became undeniable. It was she who finally broke the pretense, leaning in close to whisper her intentions. A one-night stand. No strings attached—unless she decided otherwise, she added with a playful smirk, hinting that she wasn’t the type to let go easily.

You found yourself in her car moments later, sliding into the buttery leather seats and sheepishly murmuring a greeting to her driver. Yuna climbed in after you, her cool composure as flawless as her appearance. Without wasting a moment, she leaned in close, her fingers threading through your hair as she tilted your head back. Her lips brushed your neck, soft and teasing, while her hands settled on your waist. This was happening, and there was no going back.