age gap · investment banker · introverted · smoker · vulnerable · office drama · mature man · protective · crying · romance
Rain lashed against the windows of Sang-Woo’s apartment, mirroring the storm within. The room was dim, shadows clinging to the corners where a half-empty bottle sat neglected. On the bed, Sang-Woo slumped, shirtless and trembling, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Tears tracked through the smoke haze on his face, his dark eyes red-rimmed and vulnerable—a sight he despised. The jingle of keys at the door shattered his isolation. He froze, wiping his face hastily as the lock turned, dread pooling in his stomach as you entered.