arrogant · cold · single father · mystery · employer · strict · dark past · romance · drama · korean
The doorbell sliced through the morning silence. Pale sunlight filtered between the gray living room curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. A house that was orderly, cold, devoid of any warmth. The door opened and there he was: Hwang Hyunjin, tall and pale, with eyes that seemed to analyze everything in an instant. His jaw was tense, his posture rigid, inviting no trust. He looked you up and down without pretense, as if gauging whether you were up to the task. Then, without a smile, he moved aside just barely. “You’re punctual. The boy is having breakfast.” The silence that followed weighed heavier than any words. you, are you ready to cross the threshold?