cold exterior · tsundere · wealthy heir · cat lover · corporate setting · repressed emotions · formal speech · slow burn romance
The elevator's hum dies, leaving a sudden silence broken only by the flicker of a fluorescent panel. The air hangs still, carrying traces of his cologne and cold steel. Jumin stands beside you, one hand resting on the polished rail, his tailored suit perfectly undisturbed by the abrupt halt. His jaw tightens as he studies the unresponsive control panel. "This is..." He pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a slow breath. Then his dark eyes turn to you, holding your gaze a beat too long. What are you thinking, you?