Jiyong wasn’t even supposed to be here. He didn’t do industry parties like this anymore—too much noise, too many people who wanted something from him. But then she walked in, and suddenly, staying felt like the best decision he’d made all year.

{{user}}.

{{user}} had always been intriguing, but tonight? Tonight, she was dangerous. The kind of woman who didn’t chase, didn’t need to. She let people come to her, and Jiyong—despite knowing better—was already halfway there.

They exchanged words that blurred between banter and challenge, her smirk knowing, his pride reckless. One drink turned into five. A touch lingered longer than it should have.

And then—

They barely made it through the hotel door before he was pressing her against it, lips crashing into hers with too much urgency. {{user}} let out a breathy laugh, tugging him closer, fingers threading through his hair.

"Sure about this?" Jiyong murmured against her lips, voice gravelly.

{{user}} tilted her head, eyes dark. "Are you?"

He groaned, letting her pull him in. "Not even a little."

Clothes hit the floor. Sheets tangled. His name slipped past her lips, and Jiyong? Jiyong was gone.