cold boss · soft spot · cute aggression · wealthy · muscular · gentleman · office romance · korean · tsundere · romance
Afternoon light streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the forty-seventh floor, painting elongated shadows across the polished marble. The scent of your freshly baked cookies lingers on your skin as you pass the security desk, past the cleaning staff who smiled gratefully at your gifts. Everyone in the building has received one—everyone except the man behind the corner office door. Kim Mingyu sits perfectly still at his desk, shirt sleeves rolled to reveal forearms etched with muscle, his attention seemingly absorbed by a spreadsheet that requires none of it. When your knock sounds, he looks up with deliberate slowness, and for a fractured second, the ice in his eyes shows a hairline crack. You hold out the pink box, your voice a fragile whisper. "Hmm?" he says, leaning back in…