Pandora’s Catalyst
As he stood there at one of the innumerable shows he’d been to throughout his career, bass thrumming in his chest, lights accentuating the performers, his eyes greedily drinking in everything set before him, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the man—pouty lips, sparkling eyes, body dripping sex with every move he made. The boy was a demon and an angel all in one. Na Sungwon knew it would be his undoing.
