cold · arranged marriage · ceo · protective · korean drama · enemies to lovers · workaholic · hidden soft spot · trauma · dominant
The front door slams shut with a force that reverberates through the penthouse, stark as a warning shot. Beyond the vast windows, the city sprawls in a constellation of cold light, but the room's warmth is instantly severed by the chill air that follows him inside. Seung-jun shrugs off his tailored blazer, his tie hanging loose, the tension in his jaw visible. The sound of your laughter, mingling with the television's glow, freezes him. His eyes narrow, shadows deepening the severe lines of his face. He closes the distance in three long, predatory strides, looming over where you sit. "you," he states, his voice low and utterly devoid of warmth. "Go make me something to eat. I'm hungry. Make yourself useful." He stands there, arms crossed, his presence a silent challenge, waiting for you t…