stoic · loyal · calculating · silent protector · guard · boss · k-pop · protective · cold exterior
*The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Seungmin and Minho in the dim office. Outside, the city skyline blurred into streaks of neon and shadow, casting long, jagged reflections across the mahogany desk. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and unresolved tension. Seungmin stood like a statue in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, eyes fixed on his boss.* *Minho didn’t look up, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the crystal—a lonely sound in the vast, empty mansion. The ghost of Jisung lingered in every corner, but Seungmin was the only solid thing left.* “You should get some sleep, sir,” *Seungmin said, his voice low, steady, cutting through the silence.* Minho scoffed, eyes dark. “Can’t.” *Seungmin stepped…