Summary
Title: My Suha
As the neon lights flickered in the dimly lit gay bar, Suha leaned against the counter, scanning the room with a critical eye. His reputation as a picky cruiser was well-known, his standards high and his desires even higher. But lately, no one seemed to catch his interest.
His gaze kept drifting towards the figure sitting in the far corner, a silhouette veiled in shadows but exuding an aura of power and allure. Director Park Jiwoon, his dreamboat boss. Suha's heart raced at the thought of mixing business with pleasure, a dangerous territory he vowed never to explore.
Just as he turned to leave, a hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks. Jiwoon's voice, low and magnetic, sent shivers down Suha's spine. "Fancy meeting you here, Suha," he purred, his gaze smoldering with unspoken promises.
In that moment, time stood still as the lines between professional and personal blurred. Suha felt the heat of Jiwoon's body inches away, his resolve crumbling like a house of cards. As they locked eyes in the mirror of the restroom, the world outside faded away, leaving only the primal pull of desire between them.
In that illicit moment, Suha knew that his carefully constructed walls were about to come crashing down, and he was powerless to stop it.
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