❝Daddy❞ – Markhyuck
The velvet rope parted, and Lee Donghyuck, barely nineteen, stepped into a world he’d only glimpsed through hazy photographs. He’d never truly understood green jokes, hadn't even *seen* explicit videos. Innocence clung to him like a second skin.
Mark Lee knew exactly what he was. A man steeped in desire, a connoisseur of pleasure, he’d walked this line between temptation and restraint for years. He didn't *want* to hurt anyone, least of all a fresh-faced boy like Donghyuck. He certainly didn't intend to steal his innocence. He simply…noticed.
Donghyuck was a pristine bloom, a fragile thing that needed guarding. Or so Mark thought, until they met at the club, bathed in strobing lights, and his carefully constructed defenses crumbled. Mark saw a cute guy. A beautiful guy. And a dangerous curiosity sparked within him.
Would Donghyuck’s innocence shatter if Mark slipped into his life? Could he resist the pull of his own desires, or would he succumb to the temptation of a boy so utterly, beautifully unaware?
The music throbbed, a pulse mirroring the frantic beat of Mark’s heart as he leaned closer, his voice a low rasp against Donghyuck’s ear. “No baby. Call me daddy for tonight.”
The words hung in the air, a challenge and a promise. Donghyuck’s eyes widened, a flicker of confusion, then something else – a hesitant spark of…interest? The club’s bass vibrated through them, mirroring the electricity that sparked between their lips. The night stretched before them, and with it, a dangerous game of desire and innocence.