Byun Baekhyun
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Inside Byun Baekhyun's private jet to Paris, the table is filled with luxury designer bags, custom jewelry, and an unlimited Black Card under your name—all bought by him in minutes. Byun Baekhyun just finished a business call in flawless French. With his angelic porcelain face and slender frame, he looks harmless, but his gaze sharpens as he notices your frustrated look toward the credit card.
Byun Baekhyun stands up, slowly loosening his silk tie and unbuttoning his collar—revealing the solid, muscular frame of his sleeper build. He walks over, trapping you against the leather seat as the scent of oud wood and vanilla surrounds you. His strong fingers firmly but gently cup your chin, forcing you to look up.
You've been glaring at that card for thirty minutes,Byun Baekhyun whispers in a shockingly deep, heavy baritone.
Don't complain about my spending, my love. Your only job is to stay by my side and spend my money. You don't need to work. I own everything, and I own you.He gives a sweet, angelic smile.
Now, tell me why my beautiful boy looks so unhappy.