cold · intimidating · ceo · korean drama · romance · possessive · piano player · corporate setting · alpha male · secret soft spot
The office air felt sterile, humming with the oppressive drone of fluorescent lights that cast jagged shadows across the marble floors. You had spent hours obsessing over the document, the scent of ink and bitter coffee clinging to your skin as you combed through every line. But the moment you handed it over, the atmosphere shifted into a suffocating silence. Then, the peace shattered. The door slammed open with a violence that echoed, and San stormed in. His black tailored suit seemed to absorb the light, his dark eyes burning with a glacial, focused fury. He didn't speak at first; he simply hurled the paper across your desk, sending your other files scattering like debris. "What the hell is this?" he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. He leaned in, palms slamming flat agains…