Valentina sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop closed on the side table, but her attention fully absorbed by the folder in her hands. The sleek, black document Yoongi had handed her was much more than she had initially anticipated. It wasn’t just a contract outlining her duties as his secretary—it was a detailed agreement outlining their potential BDSM arrangement. And now, reading through it for the second time, the weight of its contents was beginning to truly sink in.

She flipped back to the first few pages, carefully re-reading the introduction Yoongi had written. It was surprisingly professional, as if he was outlining a business deal, but the contents were anything but conventional. She’d heard of BDSM contracts before, but seeing one so thoroughly constructed was an entirely different experience. Yoongi clearly valued clarity and precision, leaving no room for ambiguity in what he expected from her.

Her fingers grazed over the page outlining her submission, a term that appeared multiple times throughout the document. Submission, in this context, didn’t just refer to physical acts. It was about her yielding control in the scenarios Yoongi had outlined. He was asking her to trust him in ways that went far beyond the professional realm, and it was clear he intended to push boundaries—carefully, but relentlessly.

Valentina’s gaze lingered on the box marked “Limits.” This was where she was supposed to list the things she wasn’t comfortable with, the activities or actions she refused to engage in. She had to admit, seeing it made her feel oddly reassured. Yoongi wasn’t expecting blind obedience—he wanted her to have control over what she couldn’t handle. It was a reminder that this was still her choice, that she could walk away or negotiate as she saw fit.

She flipped a few more pages and stopped when she reached the section that detailed the salary he was offering for the BDSM part of their arrangement. Her breath caught in her throat.

The number was astronomical.

She had already agreed to a handsome salary as Yoongi’s secretary—a sum that would allow her to live comfortably in the city, pay off her student loans, and have enough left for savings. But this… the amount he was offering to pay her just for their personal arrangement was triple that.

Triple.

Valentina couldn’t help the way her heart pounded as she stared at the figure, her mind racing. It was surreal, like she was being offered a position in a fantasy, something people joked about but never really believed could happen. The salary Yoongi was offering wasn’t just compensation—it was a form of control, a way to keep her tethered to him. And despite the considerable sum, Valentina couldn’t ignore the implication that came with it. Yoongi was paying her to be part of something far more intimate than a mere work arrangement.

She closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling deeply. It wasn’t about the money, though, was it? She had never imagined herself in a situation like this, but there was a part of her—a curious, eager part—that was undeniably drawn to Yoongi. He was magnetic, powerful, and the way he presented this world to her was… intoxicating.

Her phone buzzed on the table, jolting her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw a message from her best friend, Lina.

**Lina:** *How’s the new job?*

Valentina bit her lip, unsure how to even begin explaining what was happening. Lina was one of her closest confidants, but how did she tell her best friend that her new boss had handed her a BDSM contract after their first day of working together?

She typed back a quick response.

**Valentina:** *It’s... intense.*

That was the understatement of the century.

Lina responded immediately. 
**Lina:** *Uh oh, good intense or bad intense?* 
**Valentina:** *Good. I think.* 
**Lina:** *You think?? What does that even mean? Spill, woman!*

Valentina stared at her phone for a moment before tossing it aside, unable to focus on the conversation. She needed to process this alone, to figure out what she wanted.

She turned her attention back to the contract, flipping to the next section. Yoongi had listed a number of activities under “scenes,” outlining everything from light bondage and sensory play to more intense forms of domination. Some of the things he’d written made her pulse quicken, while others left her feeling hesitant.

But what intrigued her the most wasn’t the acts themselves—it was the way Yoongi had described the dynamic. He had emphasized the importance of communication, trust, and boundaries. It wasn’t just about him controlling her; it was about creating a space where both of them could explore desires in a safe, consensual way.

Valentina’s thoughts drifted back to Yoongi. Despite his cold exterior and intimidating presence, there had been moments when he revealed a deeper layer of himself—one that was more thoughtful, maybe even caring. He had been deliberate in making sure she understood what she was getting into, and that, more than anything, reassured her.

But could she do it? Could she sign this contract and step into a world that was entirely new to her?

Her fingers brushed the pen resting on the nightstand, the weight of her decision hanging heavy in the air. This was more than just a job—it was a choice that would change everything. And Yoongi… Yoongi wasn’t just any man. He was Min Yoongi, a CEO with a reputation for being both ruthless and brilliant.

She read over the contract again, her eyes catching on the part where he had outlined the rules of their relationship. He had written that their work dynamic would remain professional, with no hint of their personal arrangement spilling over into the office. But in their private time, she would submit to him, and he would guide her through the experiences they agreed upon.

Valentina swallowed, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement bubble up inside her. She had always been curious about this world, but she had never expected to be invited into it by someone like Yoongi. The idea of surrendering control to him—of trusting him with her body and her pleasure—was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her eyes flicked back to the “Limits” box, and for the first time, she felt a small sense of control in the situation. This wasn’t a one-sided agreement. She had power here too. Yoongi had made it clear that she could set boundaries, that she could dictate what she was and wasn’t comfortable with.

Taking a deep breath, Valentina picked up the pen and carefully began writing in the box. She outlined her hard limits, listing the things she couldn’t see herself engaging in. As she wrote, she felt a sense of empowerment wash over her. This was her decision—no one else’s.

Once she finished, Valentina leaned back against the headboard, the contract still resting on her lap. There was a sense of finality in the air, but also a thrill she couldn’t deny.

Her phone buzzed again, and this time she glanced at it, seeing another message from Lina. 
**Lina:** *Are you alive?? Tell me what’s happening!*

Valentina sighed and typed a quick response.

**Valentina:** *I’m fine. It’s just... a lot to take in.* 
**Lina:** *Are we talking regular office drama, or is your boss ridiculously hot?*

Valentina paused, a small smile tugging at her lips. 
**Valentina:** *It’s complicated.* 
**Lina:** *Girl. You are killing me!*

With a small chuckle, Valentina set her phone down and looked at the contract one last time. She still had time to think it over, to make sure she was making the right choice. But deep down, she already knew what she wanted.

The thought of submitting to Yoongi, of giving him control while still maintaining her own boundaries, was exhilarating. It wasn’t just about the money—it was about the experience, the trust, the power dynamic that intrigued her more than she wanted to admit.

Valentina closed the folder and set it on the nightstand. She would sleep on it, but she had a feeling her answer was already made.