The kitchen was a very modern and expensive looking, situated in Seunghyun's apartment in which a business meeting had just finished. Documents lay scattered on the countertop, glasses half-empty, the air thick with the scent of expensive wine and unspoken tension. She stood amidst it all in her cocktail dress.

Now, as the last of the colleagues departed, a different kind of energy filled the space. She turned to Seunghyun, a knowing look in her eyes, her posture radiating confidence.

Seunghyun, usually a composed authority, found himself slightly disheveled, his tie loosened, his gaze fixed on her. He had been captivated by her throughout the meeting, her intelligence and grace.

She took a step closer, the click of her heels echoing in the silence. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He swallowed, his gaze intensifying.

She tilted her head, her lips parting slightly, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air. He watched her, mesmerized, his heart pounding in his chest.

She closed the distance, her lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a question, a dare, a surrender all at once.

He responded instantly, his hands going to her face, framing it gently as he deepened the kiss. His thumbs traced the curve of her cheekbones, his touch both reverent and possessive. The taste of wine mingled with the heat of their desire.

She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch both gentle and possessive. He groaned softly, his body pressed against hers, every nerve ending alive.

He pulled her closer, his grip tightening, his need for her overwhelming.