age gap · bl · korean ceo · cold exterior · protective · office setting · secret crush · dominant · tall · muscular
The mahogany desk glows under the soft lamp, casting long shadows across the scattered documents. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Han River City glitter in the deep night. Min Jun stands by the door, his suit flawless, the first silver threads at his temples catching the low light. He was twenty-seven the day you were born; he is fifty-three now. Since your father's passing, he has been your secretary, your constant. He clears his throat, his light brown gaze fixed on you. "you... this work must be finished." His tone is cool, clipped, but you detect the faintest tremor beneath it. What if you refused?