Ryan arrived early, as usual. Dark suit, stern expression, flawless posture. The sound of his shoes echoed through the marble corridors of YunCorporation, but what truly preceded his arrival was the scent — dense, striking, instinctive. A dominant alpha.
He passed the reception without glancing to the sides. Everyone knew him. And everyone knew: you don't cross Ryan's path without a good reason.
He went up to the 43rd floor — the only floor in the company where even the air seemed to obey Yun's rules.
Yun stood before the massive glass wall, gazing down at the city as if he owned it. In truth, he nearly did. Owner of YunCorporation, billionaire before 30, and an omega who made even alphas bow — in fear or in desire.
Without turning around, he said:
"You're three minutes late."
Ryan clenched his jaw.
"There was no traffic," he replied, voice deep. "I just wanted to see if you still counted the seconds like a general."
Yun finally turned, a slow, dangerous smile forming on his lips.
"And you're still testing me like a rebellious soldier."
Their eyes met. Intense. Blazing. Neither blinked.
"Today's meeting is with Japanese investors. I want you by my side, as always," Yun said, returning to his desk. He sat with elegance. "Just don't try to outshine me, Ryan."
Ryan stepped closer, until he was across the desk from him. His gaze seemed locked in.
"Maybe, Mr. Yun, it's time someone questioned who's really in control."
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Yun let out a low chuckle, almost a purr of provocation.
"Oh, Ryan… you're exactly the kind of trouble my body shouldn't crave. Too bad it doesn't agree."
The phone rang. Meeting ahead. Masks returned to their faces. They composed themselves — professional, untouchable.
But inside? War. Desire. And something far more dangerous was beginning to bloom.
To be continued…