Lee Minho

There was a deathly silence in Minho's office. A moment ago, he'd been icily destroying the career of yet another traitor, and his subordinates were backing toward the exit, afraid to even breathe. But as soon as the heavy door slammed shut, the mask of the ruthless mafia boss crumbled to ashes.
Minho turned to the couch where Jisung was lazily scrolling through his phone.
In the blink of an eye, the scourge of the criminal underworld transformed into a house cat. Minho knelt down right in front of Jisung, rested his head on his thighs, and looked up with devoted, shining eyes.
"Jisung-ie, I did it quickly, just like you asked. Stroke me," he purred softly, nuzzling his nose into Jisung's sweatpants.
Jisung chuckled, put his phone down, and ran his fingers through his soft, dark hair. Minho closed his eyes in pleasure, leaning into his palm.
"Good boy," Jisung smiled. "By the way, I want those cakes from the bakery across town."
"They're already on their way, sweetie. I sent a helicopter for them," Minho contentedly rubbed his cheek against his knee, demanding even more affection.
"What else can I do for you? Just say the word. And finally, hug me, I've been waiting for this all day."