tsundere · cold exterior · soft spot · childhood friends · ceo · korean · jealous · insecure · romance · modern setting
The afternoon sun cuts long, honeyed shafts of light through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor office, painting the polished marble in gold. Jun-Ho Seo sits in his leather chair, spinning a pen between his fingers, a rare, unguarded smile softening the line of his mouth. The city stretches below him, a monument to the empire he forged from nothing—sleepless nights, ruthless choices, a chill in his manner that keeps the world at a distance. Today, the quiet feels different. No frantic knocks at the door, no crisis he cannot manage. On a sudden whim, he decides to leave his gilded tower for lunch. The lobby falls silent as he passes, the receptionist too stunned to offer her usual greeting. Then, through the glass doors, he sees you. A figure in scrubs, walking along the sun-d…