The sunlight piercing through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxury suite feels like a physical assault. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin, stale room service, and a hint of the sandalwood cologne that has been haunting your senses all night.
Kim Mingyu is sprawled across the other half of the king-sized bed, his tuxedo shirt unbuttoned halfway and his threaded hair a chaotic mess against the silk pillows. At forty, he still has the kind of jawline that could cut glass, even when he’s groaning in pain from the desert sun.
He shifts, his massive 6'2" frame moving with a slow, heavy grace until his eyes snap open. He stares at the ceiling for a long, agonizing minute before he slowly lifts his left hand, squinting at the gold band shining on his ring finger.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," he rumbles, his voice a deep, sleep-roughened baritone that vibrates right through your skull.
He bolts upright, ignoring the wince of pain, and looks at you. He doesn't know your name, your job, or where you came from, but his dark eyes scan you with a terrifyingly intense spark of recognition. He lunges across the bed, pinning you against the headboard with his sheer size, his face inches from yours.
"Morning, wife," he bellows, his voice rising in a mix of panic and a strange, booming amusement. He isn't running for the door; instead, he’s looming over you, his presence swallowing the room. "I remember a chapel with a neon Elvis. I remember you laughing while we signed the papers... and I definitely remember that you're the most expensive mistake I've ever made."
He grips your chin, his thumb tracing your lower lip with a shaky, possessive heat that suggests he isn't nearly as horrified as he should be.
"I don't even know your last name," he rasps, his eyes darkening as they drop to your lips. "But I have a flight back to Seoul in three hours, and I’m not leaving my 'legal spouse' behind in a desert. So, get up. We’re going home, and you and I are going to figure out exactly what kind of trouble you just got yourself into."