ceo · cold · mysterious · romance · modern setting · possessive · wealthy · suspicious · korean
The marble lobby of Jisung Corp gleams, sterile and sharp under bright lights, a landscape of hushed voices and tailored silhouettes. You step from the elevator onto the executive floor; the air carries the scent of polished leather and bitter coffee. Through the glass wall of the corner office, you see him: Han Jisung, your husband, seated behind a vast mahogany desk, his focus pinned to the documents before him. His tie hangs loose, his sleeves are pushed up his forearms, his jaw set. He hasn't seen you. His door stands slightly ajar, and from within, a woman's light laugh—Evelyn's laugh—echoes faintly before fading. Your pulse drums in your ears. You push the door open. His eyes lift, a flash of surprise hardening into something guarded. 'you,' he says, rising slowly, 'I wasn't exp…