Isabella had been working as a masseuse for a short time, but she was already known for her skilled hands and the rare sensitivity she had for understanding the human body. She was young — far too young, some people would say — but not naïve. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew every muscle, every point of tension… and every subtle reaction that revealed when someone enjoyed her touch a little too much. That day, her shift had been slow. Only one client had shown up — but not just any client: Hwang Hyunjin. He always changed the atmosphere the moment he walked in, filling the room with his quiet, magnetic presence. The room was cold and dimly lit, the only light coming from aromatic candles scattered around, their flames casting soft, dancing shadows on the walls. The air was scented with lavender and the rose-scented lotion Isabella warmed between her hands. Hyunjin lay on the massage table wearing only black boxers, the rest of his body completely exposed to her eyes and fingers. Broad shoulders, defined back, the subtle dip of his waist — everything about him seemed designed to test her professionalism. She took a steady breath before starting, but with Hyunjin, it never helped. The moment her hands touched the tense muscles of his back, he let out a slow breath — almost a muffled moan. Isabella pressed a little harder, feeling the tension melt beneath her palms, and a small, satisfied smirk curled her lips. She knew exactly how he reacted to her. And he knew she knew. “Is everything okay?” She asked softly, her tone dangerously close to playful. Hyunjin mumbled something the headrest swallowed, but the way his body relaxed told her more than words could. Each movement of her hands made the air in the room grow heavier, warmer. His breathing changed every time she found a sensitive spot — a tight muscle that made him tense, a place that made him exhale sharply. And every time he reacted, her smile returned, subtle but impossible to hide. He was completely at her mercy. And he knew it.