Perfect Sin

Levi crossed his arms, eyes still fixed on the TV.

"Whoever's doing all this serial killing lately… must be a total psychopath." He glanced at Jaceon. "Just like you."

Jaceon let out a low laugh, amused.

"What makes me a psychopath, babe?"

Levi didn't miss a beat.

"You talk about murder like it's foreplay. You smile at crime scenes. And you make tea like it's just another Tuesday after watching someone get gutted on live news."

Jaceon raised a brow, then burst out laughing.

"I mean, tea does make everything better."

Levi smirked but then grew thoughtful.

"I don't know, Jace… life feels too quiet these days. Like... peaceful. Almost normal. Like the devil forgot about us."

Jaceon tilted his head, eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Maybe the devil got tired of us. We're boring now."

Levi squinted at him.

"You're awfully relaxed lately. Makes me wonder what you've been up to."

Jaceon leaned in, whispering near Levi's ear.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Levi raised a brow.

"Yes. That's why I asked."

But Jaceon only grinned and changed the subject.

"Let's play a game."

Levi looked suspicious.

"What kind of game?"

Jaceon's grin deepened.

"The President and the Secretary."

Levi blinked.

"The naughty version?"

Jaceon leaned in and whispered,

"There's only one version."

The game begun...

The dim lighting in President Levi's lavish penthouse set the perfect mood. Velvet curtains swayed gently in the breeze from the open balcony, and soft jazz played in the background like a lullaby dipped in seduction.

Jaceon stood by the glass window, the city lights glimmering behind him. Then, with a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he turned to face Levi, who sat confidently on the long suede couch, a glass of red wine in hand.

"Let's start the game," Jaceon purred, slowly walking over to him, his voice dipped in honeyed mischief. "I'll go first."

Without waiting for a response, Jaceon straddled Levi on the couch, his movements smooth and deliberate. He leaned in so close their lips almost touched—so close Levi could feel the warmth of his breath, the promise of temptation lingering on the edge of contact. Their eyes locked, unblinking, burning.

Jaceon's fingers reached up and began twirling strands of Levi's hair between them playfully. "President Levi invited his secretary to his house… and the moment he entered," he paused, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against Levi's cheek, "the maids mistook him for the president's boyfriend and took him straight to the bedroom."

Levi's eyebrows raised slightly, but he said nothing, only smirked in return, waiting.

Jaceon's voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "Now, President Levi walks into his bedroom and sees him. What does he do?"

He began reciting with a wicked grin:

A. Tell him to meet him in the living room.

B. Stare at him seductively and begin craving him.

C. Kiss him.

Levi, lips curled into a challenge, responded with a teasing scoff, "I barely know how to hold back when you look at me like that… but I'll behave—for now. I choose A."

Jaceon smirked darkly. "Good," he whispered, licking his lips, "A naughty but self-controlled answer. Let's see how long you can keep that up."

He leaned back slightly but never broke eye contact, fingers still brushing Levi's cheek.

"So, after President Levi told Secretary Jaceon to go to the living room instead… what did President Levi decide to do?"

Again, he leaned in, voice velvet.

A. Follow Secretary Jaceon to the living room.

B. Change his mind and call him back to the bedroom.

C. Just blush and do nothing.

Levi chuckled. "You can seduce me all you want," he said, his voice firm but thick with desire. "I'm still choosing A."

"Interesting," Jaceon drawled, lips inches from Levi's, "You're playing the patient game. Dangerous choice."

They stared at each other for a moment, heat thickening between them.

"So when both Secretary Jaceon and President Levi reached the living room," Jaceon continued, sliding his hands down Levi's chest as he spoke, "they heard a knock on the door."

Levi blinked, momentarily distracted by the light scrape of Jaceon's nails.

"It was a pizza delivery," Jaceon whispered, "but President Levi didn't order any pizza… which means…"

He leaned closer, lips at Levi's ear. "Secretary Jaceon ordered it. Now, he…"

A. Told the maids to keep the pizza.

B. Told President Levi to eat his pizza.

C. They both ate the pizza.

Levi, now gripping Jaceon's waist, pulled him closer. "If Secretary Jaceon ordered it… then President Levi must taste it. B."

"Good," Jaceon purred, then suddenly—without warning—pressed his lips to Levi's neck. He kissed, then sucked gently, then harder, until Levi let out a stifled breath, his fingers digging into Jaceon's sides.

"Jaceon…" Levi whispered breathlessly, "You're not playing fair."

"Wasn't planning to," Jaceon murmured between kisses. "Now for the final round…"

He lifted his head, eyes gleaming.

"After Secretary Jaceon finished eating his pizza… President Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. He leaned in and kissed Jaceon…"

A. Once.

B. Twice.

C. Thrice.

Levi, no longer caring for restraint, leaned up until their foreheads touched. "President Levi finds Secretary Jaceon dangerously attractive… and he's done pretending." His lips brushed Jaceon's once, then again, and then a third time—longer, deeper.

"C. Thrice," Levi growled against his mouth, before flipping Jaceon onto the couch, pinning him beneath him and straddling his lap. "My turn."

Jaceon gasped as Levi leaned down, pressing kisses down his jaw, chest, collarbone. The game had shifted. Control had shifted.

"Now," Levi whispered in his ear, hot breath sending shivers through him, "President Levi wants something… but it's up to Secretary Jaceon to decide…"

A. Agree.

B. Disagree.

Jaceon's chest heaved beneath him. He looked into Levi's eyes, then reached up, pulling Levi down by the collar. Their lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss. His hand slid under Levi's shirt, palm flat against his chest, and he whispered against his mouth, voice trembling with heat.

"Agreed."

Levi smiled.

"Good," he growled, "Then let the real game begin."

"So, Secretary Jaceon," Levi began with a smirk, tracing his thumb along Jaceon's bottom lip, "you said you agreed. That means… you're all mine tonight."

Jaceon laughed under his breath, eyes glinting with surrender and challenge all at once. "You're the president. I follow your orders…"

Levi leaned down, his nose brushing against Jaceon's, voice low and deliberate. "Then my order is for you to stay exactly where you are—and don't move unless I tell you."

His lips pressed into Jaceon's again, harder this time, claiming him with every bit of bottled-up craving he'd been holding back. Jaceon's hands slid up Levi's back, nails digging slightly, needing more, pulling him closer.

"I didn't know the president was such a tyrant," Jaceon teased breathlessly between kisses.

"I didn't know the secretary was such a tease," Levi replied, now kissing his jaw, his neck, biting softly.

The air between them grew heavy with heat and tension. Jaceon arched into his touch, breathless, barely holding onto reason as Levi's fingers explored him with purpose.

"You really think you're in control here?" Jaceon whispered, a flicker of defiance in his tone.

Levi leaned in, brushing his lips along the shell of his ear and whispering, "Tonight… I don't just think it. I know it."

Then he bit gently, sending a shiver down Jaceon's spine.

The atmosphere pulsed—raw, magnetic, and deliciously wicked.

And just when Jaceon thought Levi couldn't take it further, Levi pulled away for just a moment, breathing hard, looking down at him with eyes full of power and longing.

"You want me to stop?" Levi asked.

Jaceon chuckled darkly, chest rising and falling. "If you stop, I swear I'll file a complaint to HR."

They both burst into laughter, before Levi grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, leaning down for another kiss—this time slower, deeper, meant to leave an imprint that lasted forever.

The game wasn't over.

It had just begun.