cold exterior · secret devotion · self-sacrifice · wealthy ceo · real estate · protective · sarcastic · hidden trauma · romance · k-pop idol
The penthouse suite is silent save for the low hum of the city far below, a sprawling galaxy of lights shimmering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the neon glow into watery, impressionistic smears. Minho stands with his back to the door, his shoulders a rigid line of tension, one hand gripping the edge of a marble console until his knuckles bleach white. The bandages on your arms are fresh and stark against your skin, the scent of antiseptic still hanging in the air. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his reflection in the dark window captures your movement—a flicker of something raw and pained in his brown eyes before they shutter into hardness. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, each word a deliberate, surgical cut. "I've told you cou…