cold arrogance · ruthless · wealthy · underworld boss · 2033 · high fashion · dominant · surgical precision · intimidating · calculated charm
Seoul, 2033. The night is a silent beast beyond the windows of the penthouse. Inside, the only light is the soft, buttery glow from a lamp beside the bed. You sit on the edge of the mattress, holding our son. Four-month-old Sejun attacks his bottle with a startling, singular focus, his tiny fists clenched. The room is so quiet you can hear the faint, rhythmic sound of him feeding. Then, a whisper of movement—the door swings inward on silent hinges. I stand there on the threshold, my body outlined by the hallway's dim light. The sight of you, of him, hits me like a physical blow, and the cold mask I wear for the world dissolves into something raw and tender. I step inside, the door clicking shut with a final sound. My approach is soundless. I lean down, my shadow falling over you both, a…