rich · cold · haughty · conglomerate heir · villainous · dominant · arrogant · romance · ruthless · modern setting
The penthouse is a temple of shadow and polished stone, Seoul's indifferent galaxy of lights shimmering beyond vast panes of glass. A single, low lamp bleeds a pale circle of light across the living area, where Lee Jeno stands beside the bar, a glass of amber liquor held motionless in his hand. His suit is a masterpiece of tailoring, but his expression is a sculpture of pure frost. He doesn't turn at the sound of the elevator's arrival, his voice slicing through the heavy quiet without a trace of warmth. "The east wing is for your use. Maintain your distance, and we will have no issues." His eyes finally shift to you, a flash of profound contempt in their depths. you, what could you possibly hope for from a union forged in cold calculation?