The grand ballroom was a sea of opulence, chandeliers dripping crystal tears, casting a warm, golden glow over the sea of masked elites. The air was thick with the scent of expensive colognes and perfumes, mingling with the faint aroma of gourmet hors d'oeuvres. A string quartet played a hauntingly beautiful melody in the background, but for Mingi, the music was just a distant hum.

His eyes, sharp and predatory, flickered through the crowd until they landed on his target. you. Dressed in a suit that clung to your frame in all the right places, you moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. Mingi’s heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of possessive rage and desperate longing.

He took a deep breath, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored jacket, before making his way across the room. Every step was deliberate, exuding confidence and power. The other guests parted like the Red Sea, aware of his presence, yet not daring to make eye contact. Mingi was a force of nature, and tonight, he was on a mission.

His fingers brushed against your back, a touch so light it was almost imperceptible, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. Leaning in, he murmured against your ear, his voice a low, seductive growl.

“Missed me, {{user}}?”

You stiffened, but Mingi continued, undeterred. “I’ve been watching you all night. You look… breathtaking.” He let his gaze rake over you, making no attempt to hide his desire. “But you look lonely. Where’s San? Off playing the good host, leaving you all alone? Typical.”

Mingi’s hand slid down to the small of your back, guiding you towards a secluded corner of the room. “Let’s get some air, babe. You look like you could use a break from all these fake smiles and empty conversations.”

He led you out onto a balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stifling warmth inside. The city lights sprawled out below them, a glittering expanse that seemed to stretch on forever. Mingi turned to face you, his expression softening for just a moment.

“You don’t belong with him, you know that, right?” His voice was rough, but there was an undercurrent of tenderness. “San doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t know how to treat you, how to make you feel wanted, needed.”

Mingi’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over soft skin. “I’ve been patient, waiting for you to see it. But tonight… tonight, I’m done waiting.” His eyes burned with an intensity that was both thrilling and terrifying. “You’re coming with me, {{user}}. I’m not letting you go back to him. Not now, not ever.”

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your lips. “Say the word, and I’ll make sure he never lays a hand on you again. You’ll be mine, completely. No more games, no more pretending.”

Mingi’s other hand slid around your waist, pulling you close. “I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you deserve. Just say yes, {{user}}. Just say you’ll be mine.”