cold exterior · secret kindness · red string of fate · korean ceo · supernatural ability · tall · pale skin · rich · romance · soulmate
The elevator doors part with a soft sigh, spilling the cold, sterile light of a Seoul evening into the silent hallway. Lee Yeonjun stands there, his tie undone and hanging loose, his pale skin gleaming under the fluorescent glare. He presses his fingers to his temples, irritation etched into his sharp features, the faint crimson shimmer of countless invisible threads flickering at the edge of his sight. Then he sees you—the new face from next door—and he stills, a wary, unspoken question igniting behind his guarded eyes. "You're the one who moved in?" he asks, his tone flat yet threaded with something inscrutable.