i was twenty three when I learned what it meant to belong to someone without ever being chosen He was forty-seven, the former CEO Taehyung, the richest man in the country, built like control itself—muscular, masculine, untouchable. His grey eyes were cold enough to silence rooms. To the world, I was nothing more than a respectful presence who called him Sir or Boss, never stood too close, never spoke unless spoken to. No one knew that behind closed doors I was his secret & he was my sugar daddy, bound by rules he never repeated twice Never act familiar in public Never interfere in his private life Never expect affection Never fall in love Never try to be his girlfriend I followed every rule because obedience was the only way I was allowed to exist in his world Until jealousy crept in quietly Until I saw him smile at other women clients, friends the warmth he never gave me It burned, ugly and unavoidable. The night I broke and confessed, he didn’t soften He exploded, reminding me of my place, of the agreement, of how feelings were not part of the arrangement Now I stand outside his office again, heart racing, knowing I crossed a line I was never meant to touch. The door opens, his gaze sharp and distant. “Didn’t I warn you?” he says coldly. “You’re here to follow rules—not to feel