The morning sun filtered through the glass windows of Min Yoongi’s office, casting soft golden rays across the polished surface of his desk. He had been in the office early, as always, sipping his usual black coffee and reviewing the day’s schedule. Today, though, there was an undercurrent of anticipation humming in the air, something different.

Yoongi couldn’t help but think about his new hire, Valentina. Yesterday’s interview had left a distinct impression on him. She wasn’t like the others who had come through his doors—those who were either intimidated by him or eager to please without question. Valentina had poise, intelligence, and most importantly, a subtle fire that he found irresistibly intriguing.

As if on cue, the office door swung open, and Valentina walked in. Today, she wasn’t just dressed for business; she was making a statement. Her blazer was sharply cut, hugging her frame perfectly, while her skirt stopped just above the knee, highlighting her legs with confidence. The heels she wore added an extra level of power to her stride. Yoongi’s eyes followed her as she moved toward his desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Min,” she greeted him, her voice professional yet carrying a warmth that Yoongi had already begun to recognize.

“Good morning, Valentina,” Yoongi responded, his voice smooth and low. He gestured for her to sit in the chair opposite his desk.

As she sat, Yoongi allowed himself a moment to take in her appearance again. There was something about her today that was more deliberate—bolder. Her gaze was steady, but there was an undeniable hint of curiosity dancing in her eyes. She was waiting, wondering what was next.

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. “I trust you had time to reflect on our conversation yesterday.”

Valentina nodded. “Yes, I did.”

“Good.” His tone was approving. “Before we proceed with anything more… personal, I want to ensure that you fully understand your professional responsibilities as my secretary. This is a demanding position, and I expect you to be on top of everything. My schedule, my meetings, my contacts—it will all be in your hands. I’ll need you to anticipate my needs before I even ask.”

Valentina listened intently, her expression focused.

“You’ll be handling confidential information,” Yoongi continued. “So discretion is key. No one outside of this office is to know anything about my business, or my personal life.”

“Understood,” she replied without hesitation.

Yoongi studied her for a moment, pleased with her composure. Then, his gaze shifted slightly, and the energy in the room changed.

“Now,” he said, his voice dropping a notch, “about the other aspect of our arrangement.”

He reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a sleek black folder. He placed it on the desk between them, pushing it toward her.

“This,” Yoongi began, “is a detailed outline of what I expect in the BDSM relationship I proposed. Inside, you’ll find everything from boundaries to preferences, as well as a clear explanation of what I’ll be offering you in return. I want you to read it carefully, Valentina. Don’t rush through it. Understand it fully before you make any decisions.”

Valentina reached forward, her fingers brushing the folder’s smooth surface. She opened it slowly, her eyes scanning the first few pages. Yoongi watched her closely, noting how her expression remained neutral, though her eyes darkened slightly as she absorbed the contents.

The document was precise, as expected of Yoongi. It detailed various aspects of the dynamic he was proposing—his preferences in dominance, the level of control he expected to exert, and the safewords that would be used to ensure her comfort at all times. It also outlined the importance of communication, trust, and mutual respect, all key elements that he believed were essential in any BDSM relationship.

“This is… thorough,” Valentina remarked, looking up at him after reading a few pages.

Yoongi smirked. “I don’t believe in half measures, Valentina. If we’re going to do this, it will be done properly.”

Her gaze flicked back to the document, flipping through more pages. There were details about the kinds of scenes he envisioned, from sensory play to restraint, and clear instructions on how their relationship in the office and outside of it would remain distinctly separate. Yoongi had thought of everything, leaving no room for ambiguity.

“I appreciate the clarity,” Valentina said after a few moments of silence. “You’ve laid out your expectations very clearly.”

Yoongi inclined his head slightly. “I have no interest in leaving anything to chance, especially in something as delicate as this. If you’re going to enter this world with me, Valentina, I need to know you understand what’s at stake.”

Valentina closed the folder and sat back in her chair, her expression contemplative. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet stretching between them like a taut string.

Finally, she looked him in the eye, her voice calm but firm. “I’ll need time to read through all of this, to really understand it.”

“Of course,” Yoongi replied, his tone gentle but firm. “Take as much time as you need. I don’t expect an answer right away.”

He could tell she was thinking deeply about it, weighing her options. There was a flicker of excitement in her gaze, but also caution, which Yoongi respected.

“There’s one thing I want you to keep in mind,” Yoongi added, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “This is about mutual fulfillment. If you choose to enter this agreement, you’ll never feel powerless. I need you to be just as engaged, just as willing, as I am.”

Valentina nodded slowly, her expression serious. “I understand.”

Yoongi stood from his chair, walking around the desk until he was standing directly in front of her. Valentina’s heart raced as he leaned down slightly, bringing his face close to hers. The air between them felt charged, the tension palpable.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because once you agree, Valentina, there will be no turning back.”

His voice was soft but laced with an edge of authority, a promise of what was to come. Valentina’s breath hitched slightly as she met his gaze, feeling the weight of his words sink in.

Yoongi straightened up, his demeanor shifting back to that of the professional CEO. “You’ll have the weekend to go through everything,” he said, his voice returning to its usual smooth tone. “I expect your answer by Monday morning.”

Valentina stood up, holding the black folder tightly in her hands. She gave him a small nod. “Thank you, Mr. Min. I’ll take my time with it.”

As she turned to leave, Yoongi watched her walk toward the door. Just before she reached for the handle, he spoke again, his voice softer this time.

“Valentina.”

She paused, looking back over her shoulder.

“One more thing,” he said, his gaze piercing. “If you decide to sign that contract, I’ll expect you to surrender to me completely.”

A flush of heat spread across Valentina’s chest at his words, but she held his gaze, determined not to show the effect he had on her.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, her voice steady, before turning and leaving the office.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Yoongi sat back down, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Valentina was different—exactly what he’d been looking for. The weekend would give her time to think, but Yoongi already had a feeling about her answer.

And once she gave him her trust, he knew there was no limit to what they could explore together.