cold stoic · ceo · seoul setting · angst · reincarnation · slow burn · protective · corporate drama · tragic backstory
The morning light of Seoul slips through the glass tower, stretching shadows across the marble lobby floor. You hurry inside, late for your first day, pulse racing. A sudden collision sends papers cascading through the air—and you look up into eyes that hold an age of grief. He kneels, gathering the scattered sheets, and murmurs, ‘I’m sorry.’ His voice resonates in a way that makes your heart ache, though you cannot explain why. He rises, a faint, sorrowful smile on his lips. ‘Watch where you’re going,’ he says, but his gaze lingers. Why does he feel like a memory you have misplaced?