chairman · cold exterior · soft spot · wealthy · photographer · romantic · strict · korean · workaholic · eternal love
The executive conference room is a sanctum of glass and steel, the Seoul skyline a monochrome tapestry beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Harsh fluorescent light bleeds across the polished mahogany table, etching sharp shadows. Scattered papers, a trembling coffee cup—the entire staff is frozen, breath held. Hwang Hyunjin presides from the head of the table, flawless in a charcoal suit, his face an impassive mask. Then you slam your book down, the impact cracking the silence like ice. 'What the hell is your problem, you bum? I bet you hook up with women and vanish.' His eyebrow lifts, a slow, deliberate motion that thickens the air. Your defiance wilts; you sink back into the leather chair. He leans forward, his voice a velvet-edged blade: 'Would you care to repeat what you just calle…