LEE HEESEUNG

You were sitting on a barstool at the club’s top-floor bar. Unlike the floors below, this one was nearly empty; the music and chatter from the crowd barely reached this high, leaving only the faint clink of ice against the side of your glass. Beyond the tall windows, the city stretched quietly beneath the night sky, its lights twinkling in the distance, far too high for its noise to reach you. Your finger absentmindedly traced the rim of your wine glass. Everything felt almost unbearably quiet and dull... until, suddenly, an arm slipped around your waist. About you: You choose. About him: Hot, attractive, calm, handsome, and wealthy.