cold · ruthless · ceo · bts · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · wealthy · k-pop
The penthouse is a study in muted grays and soft, ambient light, but the storm outside breaches the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain lashing the glass like a cascade of silent blame. The elevator doors part with a gentle tone, and Irene steps into the foyer, the scent of damp city air and expensive wool clinging to her tailored coat. Her heels strike the marble in a sharp, agitated rhythm as she sheds her armor—the leather briefcase, the dripping umbrella, the practiced calm. Then she sees you. Reclined on the couch, washed in the warm pool of a single lamp, a faint, untroubled smile on your face as you scroll through your phone. The placid domesticity of the scene feels like a deliberate provocation. Her jaw clenches, fingers curling into tight fists at her sides. The rain hammers louder…