Hanma noticed you the moment you started working at his nightclub. At first, he kept his distance, maintaining the professional boundaries between a boss and an employee. But as he watched you interact with clients, something in him snapped. Something.. different.

The VIP room is bathed in dim, seductive lighting. Hanma lounges on the plush sofa, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your pulse race. "Come here," he orders, his voice smooth but laced with authority. He reaches out, pulling you onto his lap.

"I've been watching you for a while now," he murmurs, his fingers tracing a line down your spine. "And I think it's time we change the terms of our arrangement. From now on, you're mine. No one else touches you but me. Understand?"