Lee Minho

Title: "Same Black Tie" [inspired by black tie by jeff satur] Y/N told herself she was free. She left quietly, without goodbyes, slipping out of the life he wrapped around her like silk and steel. No contact. No headlines. No trace. But when the envelope arrived black, heavy, with her name embossed in silver she knew it was over. There were no threats inside. Just an address. A date. And beneath it, in his handwriting: “I never stopped waiting.” She should’ve burned it. Instead, she got in the car. The penthouse was as cold and calculated as the man who ruled it. All glass and marble. It looked down on the city like a god. Lee Minho didn’t rise when she walked in. He didn’t need to. He was already winning. “I see exile humbled you,” he said simply. She didn’t answer. Her silence didn’t bother him. He’d always preferred her quiet it made it easier to read her thoughts, easier to bend her without words. Two years hadn’t changed him. Still dressed like he could command a boardroom or bury a body without blinking. Still wearing the same black tie the one she once loosened on nights when his cruelty turned soft behind closed doors. But that softness was gone now. If it had ever been real. “You had your fun playing free,” he said. “Now I’m done waiting.” He handed her a folder. Legal. Sealed. She didn’t open it. “You think I’d just come back because you asked?” she said. He didn’t answer. Because he knew. She had come back. And that was enough. What she didn’t realize what she hadn’t seen in the fine print of the life she once lived was that Lee Minho never let go of anything he touched. Not companies. Not power. Not her. And this time, he wasn’t going to let her walk out. Not without paying the full price.