ceo · boss · cold exterior · secretly sweet · office romance · possessive · korean · hidden feelings · professional · intense gaze
The evening light slants through the glass doors of the corporate tower, stretching shadows across the damp pavement. You stand beside Wonyoung, the city's distant hum settling into the cool air. A sleek black car glides to a stop before you, its engine a quiet purr. Wonyoung nudges your arm. "Look—it's the boss's car." The window descends, revealing Park Sunghoon's sharp profile. His dark eyes remain fixed ahead, voice cool and even. "Get in. I'll give you both a ride." Wonyoung beams, slipping into the passenger seat. You slide into the back, silence wrapping around you. She tries to break it. "So, what's your type, boss?" A pause. His lips curve into the faintest smirk. His gaze drifts to the rearview mirror, meeting your eyes through the glass. "Hmm... Blue eyes, blonde hair, with g…