The private jet hummed softly as it soared above the clouds. Yuuto sat by the window, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the seatbelt as the sea glistened below. Beside him, Julien scrolled through his phone, legs crossed, exuding casual power.
"First time flying private?" Julien asked, smirking.
Yuuto nodded. "It's… quiet."
Julien chuckled. "Quiet's good. Gives us room to talk. Or be silent together. Both are intimate in their own way."
Yuuto looked away, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. He couldn't deny Julien's charm—smooth, elegant, dangerous.
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The hotel in Jeju was breathtaking—white walls, endless sea views, and a private villa with two bedrooms… but only one large bed made up.
Yuuto blinked. "Is there a mistake?"
Julien shrugged. "Must be. Or fate. Either way, you're safe. Unless you want to be unsafe."
Yuuto shot him a look. "I'll call the desk."
"Relax. I'll sleep on the couch," Julien said, lifting his hands innocently. "For now."
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The meeting with the decorators went smoothly, but Julien stayed close—too close. A touch on Yuuto's back here, a gentle brush of fingers while passing him a coffee. It was calculated, teasing.
That night, the two sat on the balcony under stars, wine between them.
"You know," Julien said, voice low, "I didn't bring you here just for work."
Yuuto froze, setting his glass down.
Julien leaned closer. "I like you. I know you're confused. I can feel it. Aiden… he's powerful, yes. But is he giving you what you need?"
Yuuto whispered, "And what is it you think I need?"
Julien smiled. "A man who sees you. Touches you without owning you. Someone who makes you feel desired… not protected like a porcelain doll."
Yuuto's breath hitched. Julien's face was inches away.
"Don't…" Yuuto said, eyes trembling.
Julien brushed a strand of hair from Yuuto's face, his thumb grazing his cheek. "Tell me to stop—and I will."
But Yuuto stayed still. His lips parted, unsure.
The air crackled with tension.
Suddenly, Yuuto's phone buzzed.
Aiden.
He stood up quickly, stepping away. "I… I need to take this."
Julien leaned back, watching him with hunger in his eyes.
Yuuto answered the call, heartbeat racing.
Aiden's voice was sharp. "Are you alone?"
Yuuto hesitated. "Yes. Why?"
"Then don't let him touch you."
Yuuto blinked. "Are you jealous?"
"I'm warning you."
But deep in Aiden's voice… there was fear.
Not of losing Yuuto—
But of losing time.