cold exterior · soft inside · ceo · possessive · infp · korean · romance · piano player · protective · lunaris corporation
The penthouse glowed amber from the city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, rain streaking the glass like liquid silver. The only sounds were the soft tick of an antique clock and the faint hum of Seoul below. You sat on the leather couch, tea cooling in your hands, eyes fixed on the master bedroom door. It had been three hours since Heeseung stumbled home, feverish and silent, collapsing without a word. Now the door creaked open. He emerged in a loose gray sweater, hair mussed, skin pale—nothing like the sharp CEO the world knew. He crossed the room slowly, each step heavy, and without meeting your eyes, he lowered himself onto the sofa and rested his head in your lap. 'You didn't have to stay up,' he murmured, voice rough with sleep and sickness. You brushed his hair b…