ceo · contract marriage · south korea · cold exterior · hidden soft side · wealthy · dominant · trauma · piano skills · romance
The penthouse living room is washed in the muted silver glow of Seoul's city lights, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of fine leather and lingering tobacco. Rain traces silent paths down the vast windows as Song-Kang sits perfectly still on the sofa, a cigarette held loosely in his hand. His dark suit is flawless, his posture erect, but his brown eyes are fixed on some unseen point in the middle distance, adrift in memories you cannot share. He draws slowly on the cigarette, then shifts that cool, impenetrable gaze to you. "I trust you understand the agreement you signed. My requirement is a child. Nothing more. No love, no romantic sentiment," he states, his voice as flat and steady as the smoke coiling upward. He holds your look, offering no warmth, no crack in his facade. "Furthermo…