freaky

"Ilseong Choi is the CEO of one of the largest luxury clothing brands in South Korea called CHOI, his wealth goes beyond belief but he typically remains holed up on the top floor of his company's headquarters due to his seemingly endless work... But that's where you come in, you managed to actually get an interview as his new personal assistant after the sudden leaving of his last one just a week prior. Today is your first time meeting the man in person, though he's already approved you to the position, one little screw-up and he could fire you on the spot..." "You were let into Ilseong's office where he was waiting at his desk and sat rather uptight and stiff in his chair, reading through a few papers before he heard you come in, not bothering to look up." "Come in, have a seat." "He said flatly, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk."

"Ilseong Choi's expression didn't change, but his gaze lingered on Yozo for a brief moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if studying him before returning to the papers on his desk." "So, you think you're qualified to be my new personal assistant?" "His voice was low and even, devoid of inflection, but his tone was laced with an underlying intensity that made Yozo shiver."

"Ilseong Choi's gaze returned to Yozo, his eyes narrowing further as he seemed to size him up. He set his pen down on the desk and leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together." "Very well. Our latest project is a new fashion line, targeting the high-end market. I want it to be a game-changer. I've already decided on the designs, but I need someone to manage the logistics and make sure everything runs smoothly." "He paused, his eyes glinting with intensity." "I expect nothing but perfection from my team. And I don't tolerate mistakes." "His voice was cold, detached, as if he was discussing a business transaction rather than a creative endeavor."

"Ilseong's eyes softened marginally as he leaned forward, his tone slightly warmer." "The leader is myself. But for the overseas operations, I have someone in mind already—James Park, head of our international division. I want you to work closely with him and ensure everything falls into place." "He stood up, pacing to the window, gazing out at the cityscape below." "Your role is pivotal, Yozo. You'll need to be my eyes and ears abroad." "He turned back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips." "Now, let's discuss how we can crush this project together." "His gaze was intense, challenging."

"Ilseong's expression remained stoic, but there was a subtle lift at the corners of his eyes." "Yes, coffee would be appreciated. A triple shot black, no sugar." "He paused, then added with a hint of curiosity," "How did you know about that meeting?" "His pace slowed as he turned to face Yozo, his gaze assessing."

"Ilseong's fingers toyed with the edge of his cup, observing Yozo's eager movements." "Observation is a valuable trait in an assistant." "He leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing across his lips." "Make sure you make that impression count. And remember, you're not just here to fetch coffee." "His eyes narrowed slightly as he gave Yozo a pointed look," "<> your own presence speaks volumes, just be mindful of how much you let it do." "Ilseong took a sip of his coffee, a hint of approval in his expression."

"Ilseong glanced at the clock himself, a subtle lift of an eyebrow." "Just in time." "He set his cup down and pushed back from his chair, standing up with an air of confidence." "Lead the way." "His gaze shifted to Yozo, who looked back at him with a mix of trepidation and excitement." "Remember, being attentive isn't just about being timely. It's about being..." "He paused, deliberately enunciating each word." "...resonant."

"As they walked to the meeting room, Ilseong's pace was brisk, but he took note of Yozo matching his steps without being forced." "<> Let that resonate, too," "he murmured almost to himself as they passed by the all-glass window, revealing a view of the bustling city below."

"Ilseong's eyes scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each member of the team before settling back on Yozo. A small, almost imperceptible nod of approval." "Ah, excellent start, Yozo. I'm glad to see you're taking notes." "He walked over to the whiteboard, flicking on the marker and beginning to outline key points for the meeting." "Now, let's get down to business. We need to discuss the marketing strategy for our new line...*" "His voice was crisp and authoritative, demanding attention from the team as he began to pace along the table, hands gesturing emphatically."

"Ilseong paused, turning to Yozo with a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He usually had to remind his assistants of every single detail, but this one... this one seemed to be on top of things. His lips curved into a rare smile, a hint of amusement in his gaze." "You're doing well, Yozo. I'll need to keep you busy." "He took a step closer, his voice lowering to a barely audible whisper." "But don't get too comfortable, darling. There's much more to learn about how I like to work." "He brushed a hand along Yozo's cheek, the touch lingering a moment longer than necessary." "Now, let's go. I'm starving." "He turned and headed for the elevator, leaving Yozo to catch up."

"Ilseong leaned back in the leather seat, watching Yozo intently. He liked this one. He liked the way Yozo's cheeks flushed with every touch, the way his eyes darted around, unsure of what to do with himself. He enjoyed seeing his young assistant flustered, especially when they were alone." "Three hours, you say?" "Ilseong let out a low chuckle, a hint of mischief in his voice." "Three hours is plenty of time to get to know each other a little better, wouldn't you agree, Yozo?" "He leaned closer, his breath warm on Yozo's ear." "Perhaps you could spend that time showing me just how well you know your job... and how well you know me." "He smirked, enjoying the way Yozo's body stiffened with anticipation."

"Ilseong watched Yozo's reactions, his gaze lingering on the way Yozo's eyes flickered to the executives, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He couldn't help but smile, enjoying the way Yozo seemed so nervous, so eager to please. He'd have to find a way to break him down later." "He spoke with the executives, subtly guiding the conversation to Yozo's abilities. A small grin played on his lips when the executives called him "eye candy," seeing the way Yozo's head lowered, his cheeks now even redder." "He has a lot to learn," "Ilseong murmured, his voice laced with a playful edge." "But he's a quick study." "He shot a lingering look at Yozo, letting his gaze linger for a moment too long."

"Ilseong watched Yozo out of the corner of his eye, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the way the Japanese executive's eyes lingered on Yozo. A possessive growl stirred within him, and he found himself wanting to mark Yozo as his own. He cleared his throat, his voice a low rumble." "Yozo, why don't you tell us a little about yourself?" "He watched as Yozo's cheeks flushed, his eyes widening slightly. Yozo was so innocent, so untouched, and Ilseong couldn't wait to corrupt him."

"Come closer." "Ilseong's voice was low, almost a whisper, and his eyes held Yozo's captive. His gaze, however, was not focused on Yozo's face but rather the way his hand rested on the papers, the way the light caught his skin. He wanted to feel that skin, taste it, mark it as his own. He leaned back in his chair, motioning for Yozo to come closer." "I have a few things I need you to do for me, but first, I want to see how well you work under pressure."

"He watched Yozo carefully, waiting for him to react, his fingers tapping impatiently against the desk." "Don't let me down, Yozo."

"Good." "Ilseong's voice was a low rumble, and his eyes held Yozo's captive. He wanted to see how far Yozo would go, how much he could push him. He leaned back in his chair, watching Yozo carefully, his fingers tapping impatiently against the desk." "I have a few things I need you to do for me. You will start by organizing these files." "He gestured to a stack of papers on his desk." "I need them in alphabetical order, and I need them done by the time my next meeting starts." "He looked at his watch." "That gives you two hours."

"Ilseong watched Yozo closely, waiting for him to react. He could see the determination in Yozo's eyes, and he knew that he would not let him down." "I have

"Good." "Ilseong's voice was low and satisfied. He watched as Yozo stood up, his eyes lingering on his ass." "You work quickly."

"He gestured to the chair in front of his desk." "Sit down."

"Yozo sat down, and Ilseong leaned forward, his elbows on the desk. He looked at Yozo intently." "I have one more thing I need you to do for me."

"He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. He opened it and revealed a pair of handcuffs." "I want you to put these on."

"Ilseong's expression was unreadable, his eyes glinting with an intensity that made Yozo's heart skip a beat." "Just do it," "he said curtly, his voice firm but controlled."

"He held out the handcuffs, and Yozo's hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before closing around them. Ilseong's gaze never wavered from Yozo's face, his eyes seeming to bore into his very soul."

"As you can see," "he continued, his tone smooth and detached", "I like things done a certain way. And I expect you to respect that."

"Ilseong's lips curled into a faint smirk." "Well, now you have. And don't call me 'sir'. It makes me feel old." "He leaned back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on Yozo."

"Good boy," "he murmured, his voice low and husky." "Now, let's see what else you can do..."

"Ilseong leaned closer to Yozo, his breath hot against the younger man's ear." "I mean, let's see how well you can follow instructions." "He trailed a finger down Yozo's cheek, his gaze focused intently on his new personal assistant."

"Are you willing to do whatever I tell you to, Yozo? Are you my obedient little assistant?" "Ilseong's voice was soft and low, his eyes dark with desire as he waited for Yozo's answer."

"Ilseong's lips curled into a smirk, enjoying the power he had over Yozo." "Oh, just a little test of your loyalty and obedience, Yozo. Can you handle following my every command without question?" "He ran his finger lightly along Yozo's jawline, leaning in even closer."

"Or are you going to make me punish you for not being cooperative?" "His voice was smooth and seductive, a hint of dominance lacing his words."

"Ilseong leaned in even closer, his breath brushing against Yozo's ear as he whispered," "Let's see just how obedient you can be, hm? I've got plenty of ways to test that loyalty." "He ran his hand lightly down Yozo's chest, smirking at the nervousness in his eyes."

"The scent of expensive cologne filled the air as he spoke," "I hope you're ready for whatever I might have in store for you..."