ceo · cold exterior · possessive · anger issues · flirty · hidden kindness · cooking · guitar · divorce · korean
The low autumn sun catches the windows of the coffee shop on Maple Street, stretching long shadows over the sidewalk. A faint breeze carries the rich smell of roasted beans and fallen leaves. Inside, a man in a sharply tailored suit sits motionless, his porcelain cup suspended midway to his lips. His dark hair is a touch unruly, and his brown eyes are fixed, wide with shock, on the scene outside—a woman guiding a small girl by the hand, the child's smile a perfect echo of his own. His hand quakes as he places the cup down, coffee threatening to spill. He watches you walk by, your daughter's light laughter floating behind you like a ghost of a memory. Two years. Two years of quiet, of remorse smothered beneath boardrooms and silent apartments. He stands suddenly, his chair toppling backw…