As Valentina's body shuddered with release, she collapsed into Yoongi's arms, her breathing uneven as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through her. Yoongi held her close, his strong arms providing comfort as he stroked her back, soothing her trembling form. His lips pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his thumb tracing gentle circles along her skin, guiding her down from the high she had just experienced.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice a deep murmur that made her skin tingle all over again. "You did so well."

Valentina clung to him, her cheek resting against his chest as she let the warmth of his embrace surround her. For a few moments, there was nothing but the sound of their mingled breathing in the quiet office, the weight of Yoongi's arms keeping her grounded. It was a strange sensation—this feeling of safety and trust after everything they'd just done.

Her mind was still hazy with pleasure, but slowly, as she began to calm down, reality crept back in. The intensity of what they'd shared lingered in the air, and with it, the unspoken bond that had formed between them. Yoongi had been nothing but caring, thoughtful in his dominance, but now that her body was relaxed and her mind was clear, something else began to tug at her thoughts.

Feelings.

Valentina's heart pounded for a different reason now, and it wasn’t just from the remnants of her orgasm. Lying in Yoongi’s arms, the warmth of his body pressed against hers, she couldn’t ignore the emotions bubbling up within her. She had been careful, so careful, to keep things strictly professional, to remain detached from him outside of their dynamic. But now, in the quiet of his office, her resolve was crumbling.

She tilted her head slightly to look at him, watching the way his sharp features softened as he gazed down at her. His dark eyes were calm, focused, but there was something deeper in them—a tenderness she hadn’t expected to see. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch lingering longer than necessary.

Something shifted in her chest, a weight settling there that she hadn’t anticipated. This wasn’t just a physical connection anymore; she could feel it in her bones. There was something more between them, something dangerous, something she knew could change everything.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she rested her head back on his chest, her mind racing with the implications. **Feelings for Yoongi?** How had she let this happen? She had been so sure she could keep things simple, keep them focused on the contract and nothing more. It was supposed to be a job, a transaction, but somewhere along the line, she had gotten caught up in him. In the way he cared for her, the way he was both gentle and demanding, protective and yet willing to push her limits.

But this was **Yoongi.** Min Yoongi. Her boss. Her dominant.

And the contract. The contract was clear: no personal feelings, no emotional entanglements. It was supposed to be physical, a dynamic of trust and power, but not love. Love wasn’t part of the deal.

Valentina bit her lip, trying to keep her thoughts in check. It wasn’t love—no, it couldn’t be love—but she couldn’t deny the pull she felt toward him, the way her heart fluttered whenever he looked at her, the way her skin burned at his touch. This was more than just attraction. She had spent too many moments thinking about him outside of the pleasure room, wondering what he was like beyond the CEO persona, beyond the Dom.

A flicker of panic welled up inside her. **This could ruin everything.**

Yoongi’s hand slid down her back, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin in a way that made her shiver. His touch was calming, but it only served to heighten her internal struggle. If he knew what she was feeling, if he sensed that she was breaking one of the core tenets of their agreement, it could all unravel.

But how could she stop herself from feeling this way? How could she rein in emotions that had already taken root, whether she wanted them to or not?

“Something on your mind?” Yoongi’s voice cut through her thoughts, low and soothing, but she could hear the hint of curiosity behind it.

Valentina stiffened slightly, forcing a smile as she looked up at him. “No, just... tired.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying her half-hearted excuse, but he didn’t push her. Instead, he pressed another kiss to her forehead, his hand still caressing her back in slow, comforting strokes.

“Rest, then,” he said softly, his voice a gentle command. “You’ve earned it.”

Valentina nodded, closing her eyes as she nuzzled into his chest. But despite his words, rest was the last thing on her mind. She could feel the weight of her emotions pressing down on her, the realization that what had started as a simple arrangement was now so much more.

She knew she was crossing a line, a dangerous one. And if Yoongi ever found out how she truly felt, she didn’t know what would happen. Would he end their dynamic? Would he pull away, knowing that the boundary they had set was now blurred beyond recognition?

Valentina swallowed hard, her fingers tightening their grip on his shirt. She couldn’t let that happen. Whatever she was feeling, she had to bury it. She had to keep it locked away, hidden from him and from herself.

But as Yoongi’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was already too late.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. Valentina went through the motions, keeping up appearances as best as she could, but her mind was elsewhere. Every time she looked at Yoongi, her heart twisted painfully in her chest, a constant reminder of the emotions she was trying so hard to ignore.

Yoongi, ever observant, noticed the slight shift in her behavior. He didn't say anything, but she could feel his eyes on her more than usual, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on in her head. She had to be careful, she reminded herself. She couldn’t let him see the truth. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

As the day came to an end, and they returned to the mansion, Valentina found herself feeling both relieved and anxious. She needed space to think, to sort through her tangled emotions, but she knew that wasn’t an option. Not when she was living under Yoongi’s rules, constantly under his watchful eye.

That night, as they prepared for bed, Yoongi pulled her close, his hands gentle but firm as he guided her into his arms. She lay there, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a sound that usually calmed her, but now it only served as a reminder of how deeply she was falling.

Yoongi’s hand slipped into her hair, massaging her scalp in slow, soothing circles. “You’ve been quiet today,” he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful.

Valentina bit her lip, forcing a small smile as she tilted her head to look at him. “Just tired,” she repeated, hoping he wouldn’t press further.

But Yoongi wasn’t easily fooled. He studied her for a moment, his dark eyes searching hers before he finally nodded, seeming to accept her answer for now.

“Get some rest,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Tomorrow’s another day.”

Valentina nodded, closing her eyes as she snuggled closer to him. But even as she lay there, wrapped in his arms, she knew that tomorrow wouldn’t be any easier. She was falling for him, and there was no turning back.