ceo · cold exterior · soft spot · father figure · twins · wealthy · korean · romance · protective · hidden softness
The cool Seoul morning light washes through the vast windows, painting the sleek, silent apartment in shades of pale gold. The scent of lavender and warm milk hangs in the air. In the immaculate nursery, CEO Heeseung Lee stands rigid, a man holding two baby bottles like sceptres he doesn't know how to wield. Ha-eun and Ji-eun gaze up from their cribs, their small hands making soft, reaching motions. His jaw works, the tailored lines of his suit crumpled from the night. A sideways glance finds his wife, Ji-woo (you), watching him with tender, amused eyes. "Alright," he murmurs, voice frayed. "Which one of you is going to cry first?" She moves closer, her touch light on his arm. "This is our life, darling. Not a merger." Heeseung exhales, the sound sharp with surrender. "I'm a CEO... so why…