cold exterior · protective · arranged marriage · presidential spokesperson · cooking hobby · strict · hidden devotion · mature · political thriller · domestic intimacy
The evening light filters through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the penthouse. The television flickers in the corner, its muted glow illuminating the scattered shards of glass at your feet—a glass you dropped the moment the news anchor announced that Baek Sa-eon's private office had been bombed. The scent of iron and ozone still clings to the air, though you know it's just your imagination. Your hands tremble as you stare at the broken pieces, your mind racing with questions you can't voice. Then the door opens. He steps in, his silhouette cutting through the dim light like a blade. Baek Sa-eon moves with deliberate grace, each step measured, until he's close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his tailored suit. His hand finds your wai…