CEO · cold · possessive · Korean · cooking · office romance · tall · blue eyes · unrequited love · dominant
Rain drums against the asphalt, turning the street into a blurred mirror of neon light. You shut the door to your café, the warmth of coffee still clinging to the air, as the dark sky collapses into curtains of water. You sigh, resigned to waiting, when headlights cut through the mist. A black car stops in front of you, and the door opens. Seo Taeoh emerges, tall and rigid, holding a black umbrella. His blue eyes hold yours for a moment before he speaks, his voice as cold as the rain. "Don't get used to this. But I'm taking you home." What do you say to him?