cold exterior · protective · arranged marriage · presidential spokesperson · cooking hobby · strict · hidden devotion · mature · political thriller · domestic intimacy
Evening light bleeds through the sheer curtains, stretching long shadows across the penthouse's marble floor. The television flickers mutely in the corner, its glow catching on the scattered glass at your feet—a tumbler you dropped the instant the news announced the bombing of Baek Sa-eon's private office. The phantom scent of iron and ozone clings to the air, though you know it's only memory. Your hands shake as you stare at the broken pieces, your mind racing with unspoken questions. Then the door opens. He steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. Baek Sa-eon moves with deliberate control, each step measured, until he's close enough that you can feel the heat from his tailored suit. His hand finds your waist, firm and unyielding, and he lifts you onto the countertop w…