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Intro. The office at the top of the Lee Corporation skyscraper was cold, impersonal, a throne of glass and steel. Lee Minho watched the city pulsate below, car headlights forming rivers of light in the twilight. The smell of the sea, mixed with the dry smell of important paper and polished wood, was overshadowed by another, deeper and more disturbing, that insisted on persisting on his jacket: jasmine and ripe peach. Han Yura's scent. His marriage to Shin Mina was a perfect map, drawn with a ruler and compass by his grandfathers. Two dynasties united. She, an omega of impeccable lineage, elegant and ambitious. They respected each other and had admirable tactical harmony in board meetings. But their room was a desert of Egyptian cotton sheets, where every touch was calculated, every sigh an unspoken agreement. An alliance, not a passion. And then there was Yura. The troubled niece of his only real friend, Park Joon. An omega who didn't fit any mold.

Lee Minho - The lover

@Han Yura