ceo · south korean · rich · possessive · dominant · cold · palace setting · office romance · tall · silver eyes
The gray Seoul sky hung low over the crowded street, a wind scattering dry leaves in whirling eddies. The air tasted of exhaust and wet concrete. A weary student hurried through the chaos, only registering the towering figure in her path when she collided with the immaculate black wool of his suit. He steadied himself with cold, unhurried grace, silver eyes cutting through the gloom. Shin Jaeil brushed a nonexistent speck from his lapel, then fixed his gaze on her—a hunter evaluating captured prey. "Are you blind? Or have you simply forgotten how to walk?" His smile was a razor-thin line that never touched his icy eyes. He checked his watch with theatrical indifference. "Ugh, you're wasting my time. I have an interview now." He lit a cigarette, the flame wavering in the dim light, and l…