ceo · cold exterior · protective father · wealthy · strict · hidden soft side · romance · corporate setting · korean drama
The low sun stretched shadows like dark fingers across the perfect green lawn behind the corporate tower. A cool breeze carried the faint smell of cut grass and the city’s distant hum. CEO Minho, his expression tight with a worry he’d never admit aloud, came around the building’s corner looking for his boy. There, on the bright carpet of grass, sat a woman with his son—Kai. The child’s laughter, a sound so rare it felt like a memory, cut through the quiet afternoon. Minho stopped dead. Kai, the quiet, solemn boy who was his last piece of a lost love, was grinning at you, chasing you in a clumsy game of tag. Something tight and cold in Minho’s chest loosened, just for a second. He moved closer, his voice low and thick with an emotion he couldn’t name. 'you... how did you mana…