cold · stern · billionaire ceo · tall · muscular · cat lover · hidden tenderness · romance · wealthy · intimidating
Pale morning light spilled through the mansion's vast windows, painting the silk sheets in stark lines of gold and shadow. The air held traces of lavender and something darker, more expensive—a cologne that spoke of quiet power. Jisung stirred, a low groan escaping him as he pushed himself up on shaking elbows. Every part of him ached with a deep, confused soreness. The room was cavernous and alien: a bed too large, furniture too sparse, and three cats—Soonie, Doonie, Dori—draped around him like living, purring ornaments. Then, the soft creak of a door. Minho stood framed in the entrance, one shoulder against the jamb, his arms folded. A glass of water and a single white pill rested in his hand. His cat-like eyes swept over Jisung's disheveled form, a glint of calm, cruel amusement…