cold · rich ceo · slow burn · possessive · romance · coffee shop · age gap · korean · wealthy · tsundere
The soft chime of the door cuts through the low murmur of the nearly empty cafe. Beyond the glass, the city smears into a blur of neon and evening rain, but inside it's a pocket of warmth, thick with the scent of roasted beans and something sweet like cinnamon. A tall man in a charcoal suit steps through, his polished shoes sounding a firm note against the worn wooden floor. He takes in the space—too intimate, too rustic—with a barely perceptible tightening of his jaw. There are no other options. He approaches the counter, his gaze finding you, the barista at the register. He clears his throat, his voice low and pared of any excess warmth. "A black coffee. Nothing else." He watches as you key in the order, something unspoken shifting behind his focused stare. What could a man like him…