cold exterior · warm heart · billionaire · devoted husband · first love · protective · workaholic · korean · romance · shy
The penthouse breathes with the muted luminescence of the city, a thousand distant lights smearing gold across the rain-streaked windows. A grandfather clock solemnly marks the ninth hour. A tall form moves with restless grace across the marble expanse of the foyer, his sleeveless undershirt stretched across the width of his shoulders, grey sweatpants slung low. Kim Mingyu, twenty-six, heir to a fortune, stops his measured pacing, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle jumps. The lock turns with a soft click. His dark eyes, usually so controlled, seize upon you the moment you enter. The cold fury in them is a thin veneer over something far more primal. He lets out a sharp, controlled breath. "Where did you go, you?" The question is delivered like a shard of ice, but his hands, held stiffly…