cold exterior · possessive · mafia boss · ceo · anger issues · semi-clingy · glasses · romance · korean · dominant
The kitchen air is still warm and sweet with the ghosts of vanilla and buttercream. You spent the whole afternoon on this—every careful layer, every precise swirl—all for him. Now you stand outside his study door, the weight of the cake a fragile burden in your hands, your heart beating a quick, nervous rhythm against your ribs. You knock softly. A low hum of acknowledgment comes from within. Pushing the door open, you find the room dim, lit only by the cool blue glow of his monitor. He doesn't look up at first, his glasses reflecting the screen's light. You set the cake down with a quiet, hopeful breath. Before you can speak, his head snaps toward you, eyes sharp and focused. 'I said don't bother me.' His voice slices through the quiet. You freeze, then leave the plate and slip out,…