he’d walk back into the conference room with a different kind of glow. One that made people wonder what he knew that they didn’t.
What he did that they couldn’t.
The executive floor was bathed in silence, save for the low hum of air vents and the occasional shuffle of heels down the long marble corridor. He adjusted his cufflinks with practiced grace, the subtle clink echoing like a metronome to his controlled breath. But under that -
Giving in. Owning it.
And when he finally came—head tilted back, lips parted in a silent cry—it was less release, more a declaration.
That even in the most sterile corners of the corporate world, he could still find something raw. Something real.
And maybe, tomorrow morning,
@SKlNCRAWL Oh yes, i forgot this character bio on biolbe was suspended. He's mixed, his father is Korean and mother is Ireland. But took his father's family name. I'll write it right away ♡
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Calling W-OCs. Tempat penampungan (revamp) untuk cari teman, mengobrol, bercanda, cari partner SL, ngopi—flexible purpose. But please read the notes beforehand.
Tinggalkan jejak jika tertarik (mention in QRT please).
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