Choi Soobin · CEO · cold · calculating · past connection · office setting · powerful · intense gaze · romance · business
The sterile glow of the overhead fluorescents painted the executive suite in flat, harsh light. The air smelled of expensive coffee and sharper, unspoken friction. You were bent over a report, the quiet tap of keys the only sound, until a thick stack of files slammed down beside your hand, scattering a few stray sheets. I stood there, my suit immaculate but my expression carved from cold, hardened steel. I didn't speak at first—I let the silence swell, let you feel the sheer, coiled intensity of it. Finally, my voice cut through the quiet, low and edged. "Do it. Now." My eyes held yours, a silent challenge, as if you were a puzzle I was determined to solve on my own terms. What will you do?