008

JEON

The silence in the room wraps around like a shroud.I lean back in chair—legs propped up on the desk, Slowly exhale a ring of smoke. It curls like a serpent—coiling through the air, fading to nothing.

Silence—too quiet. Too peaceful

I close my eyes—

Shadows and the faint hum of city lights bleeding through the blinds.

Strange hollow warm my chest.

..At last...My Lucas... got someone he can attach with.

Not some gold-digger. Not another viper from this world of blood and contracts…

Her.

That little lawyer—the one who looked me in the eye and said no.

The one who didn’t flinch when I burned her files.

R*ped her brutally.

When I made sure she had no other choice but to take my case.

I flick ash into the crystal tray—She doesn’t know it yet—but she’s already part of this empire’s future.

And mine?

I Sigh.

But at least... At least Lucas won’t be like me.

I sip slow, from the glass beside me—this whiskey, untouched for hours now...

It's almost morning, Clock ticks slow and steady...

Another minute.

Another second.

Without her.

I take a long drag—eyes closed.

Whole villa is silent—

Only footsteps echoing off the marble floor outside. My men carrying her bags and suitcases—stuff from her apartment.

Packing her things from that little apartment above the city—Boxes filled with clothes, books, legal files—her old life crumbled without a sound.

My phone buzzing again and again, but I don't care.

Cause this peace... it's all a damn illusion.

In a few hours, the world will come pounding back. Demands. Threats. Problems to fix, deals to seal.  But now it feels… too peaceful.

I came back hours ago— just in a towel.

She's still there with my Lucas. Feeding, maybe. Touching his hand?

Smell of her still on my skin.

My men moving outside.  Quiet. Efficient. But hurried.

They’ll bring her here…

In this villa…

To me.

To Lucas—

She'll stand in front of me again—Tired eyes meeting mine across this cold room, defiance will fade into dread...

Smoke curls from my lips—"Let you defy me…" I whisper in dawn,"…one last time—"

"Boss—oh shit"Wooshik glances away, cheeks reddening —

I roll my eyes-— He's always awkward—like he has never seen me without clothes before.

"S-sorry, B–oss" he stammers, averting his eyes. "i-i didn't know--"

"Spit. It. Out."

He flinch- "M-the lady, boss" he shifting uncomfortably "Where should we place her?"

Lady?

I frown.

Then it hits—her—Y/N.

I exhale, tapping the glass—

"Take her to the room beside mine."

His eyes snap up "B-Boss… that’s your private wing. Only staff—"

"Exactly."

A slow pause.Wooshik nods, still not facing me."Boss... what about L-Lucas? Where will he—"

"With his mother, of course"— i snap, cold. Final.

Silence falls.

Wooshik doesn't move. Doesn’t speak. But I feel the weight of his silence like a held breath.

Good.

Let him wonder.

And Lucas.

He’s been alone since day one—until she walked in with that fire and stupid courage…

Now?

Now he has someone who won’t abandon him…

Even if it’s by force.

Even if it breaks her first.

I can see Wooshik freezed on spot—tense, like he’s holding his breath. Eyes fixed on the floor.

Hesitating.

Like he wants to say something. Like he dares to argue.

"Leave now…" I narrow my eyes "...or else you wanna see my dick?"

He stumbles back—trips over his own feet, Mumbling apologies and scrambles out—Door slamming behind him. Pathetic.

I lean back. Eyes closed. Alone.

The cigarette dangling between my fingers.

She’ll be here soon…

Right beside me…

The cold leather grips my skin like a second shadow.

I glance down—slowly.

The red smear still Fresh.Her blood stained the base of my length—dried in faint streaks, evidence of her screams… trembles… when I took her.

Virgin?

My jaw clench hard —it aches.That wasn’t part of the plan. Wasn’t in any file. No mention, no hint—

But she gave me no choice…

I take a slow breath—trying to control the urges— She hadn’t left me any other choice.

It was her choice—Not mine.

I lean back again. The faint ache beneath my skin—the memory of her body... Her scent still lingering. I close my eyes— A breath. 

Another.

I haven't showered since coming back—just yanked off that towel and collapsed here- on this cold leather.

Alone—in the silence of my own hell.

This hell hole have seen me naked dozens of times. Broken, angry... Always alone.

I look down…

Her dried blood sticked on my foreskin, still red- slight brown. Harsh reminder of the night before.

I reach— my fingers brush the soften length— "Ugh"  My eyes closed.

The warmth of her core has wrapped around me like a fist made for sin.

She was so tight… so fucking tight—

Clenching. Pulling me deeper inside. Like she wanted to keep me inside forever.

Even now…

I exhale—

My cock stirs at the memory—her cries muffled in the sheets.Her nails dragging down my back as if trying to claim me, while I took everything from her.

Her hole wanted to devour my cock like it was her only food.

She was warm, juicy, wet. Her taste on my tongue— still sweet, bit salty.

I suck a drag, the smoke filling my lungs like hot ink.

Anger starts to burn...Guilt start to rise—I shove it down.

Can't think about that now.

About her scared eyes, her trembling hands. About the life i snuffed out–*RINGG*

"Fuck" 

*RINGG*

I exhale– long thin streams of smoke—I have to work. A kingdom to run.  A billion-dollar empire to keep from falling apart… "Hello?"

"Jeon! My boy. How are you?"

Uncle Park’s voice—loud, familiar, like a ghost from the old days.

I rub my eyes  "Yea... Uncle Park."

He laughs—deep and warm like he owns the world. Idiot. "When's the celebration, boy?"

I pause. Fingers stop at the edge of the cigarette.

"Celebration?"

He laughs—deep, knowing. The old bastard is too cheerful this early in the morning.

"Don’t play dumb with me, son" he chimes  "You think I didn’t hear things? Word spreads fast."

What the hell is he talking about now?

Silence on the line.

Then him again "Boy… she’s in your wing now—the whole underworld whispers it. You broke her virgin blood like a king claims his throne!" His voice amused.

I close my eyes.

He doesn't understand...

I sigh. "It was just for control, uncle"

A beat passes.

—"You always twist power into pain… but even kings don’t take what they can’t hold"  He sighs  "That girl… she will looked at Lucas like he mattered."

"And then?" I ask sharply—

"...Now you better pray she doesn’t look at you one day—and make you remember you’re human too"

Silence falls.

Deep . Heavy.

"This is why you called me this early, huh?" I mutter.

He laughs—like he’s amused by my irritation.  "No, no! I called to congratulate you—for winning the case!"

I tilt my head up, stare at the ceiling. Roll the dice on desk. "Soon, The hiring hasn’t even started yet." 

Another laugh— "Oh come on, boy! We all know you're gonna win!"  he pause "But I heard... the lawyer doesn’t want to take your case."

My fingers still—

The dice stop rolling on the desk, lands on six.  "Now she agreed" i say calmly.

Silence on the line.

With heavy breaths.

And loud laugh bursts from Uncle Park’s— "Good! Good! Very good!" He claps once through the line— sharp crackle in my earpiece— "At last… you made her agree to it? Hah! Good job!"

The words hang just a second or too long.

I don't respond.

Heavy breaths.

Click— The call ends.

Bloody bastard— I toss the phone on the table and sit back, close my eyes.

Silence stretches.

I inhale long, deep—smoke fills my lungs. It slowly curls up from my lips. Fade above. The city sleeps outside.

Clock ticks slowly.

This silence, It feels like a beginning--

Or an end— door creaks open—

"Boss, She's here!"

The door closed. 

Finally.

I open my eyes- The white-and-gold ceiling stares back at me—silent, mocking.

I grip my length firm— It jolts back in response.

Welcome to my hell, Little lawyer.

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