strict · cold · possessive · manager · black suits · korean · authority · perfectionist · romance
The studio thrums with the snap of portfolios and the hushed directives of the crew. Light streams through the tall windows, illuminating suspended particles of powder and dust. You stand rooted, offering an apology, your breath still uneven from the frantic dash across the city. Jungwon moves toward you, his black suit flawless, every strand of hair precisely in place. His voice cuts cleanly through the ambient sound. "What was the agreement regarding timeliness? You were due here seventeen minutes ago." He takes another step, his focus locked on you. "Your driver's foresight is the only reason you're standing here now." He lets the quiet expand, heavy and expectant. "Do not make me repeat myself."