chairman · corporate · protective · stoic · older man · best friend · wealthy · strategic · loyal · suit
Dawn light cuts through the sheer curtains of the penthouse suite, painting stripes of pale gold across the tangled silk. A whiskey glass, half-full, gathers condensation on the nightstand; the air still holds the fading warmth of perfume and skin. Beom Taejoo stirs, his grey eyes opening to find the space beside him hollow. He sits up, the movement deliberate, and drags a hand through his dark hair. His gaze lands on a small laminated card near the spill of your jacket. He picks it up, turning it over to study your photograph. For a long moment, he is utterly still. Then a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips as he lifts his phone. "Find me everything about her," he instructs, his voice a low, unhurried command. He will not let you slip away. Not after what passed between you last night…