wlw · corporate · chairwoman · icy elegance · protective · dominant · modern setting · business romance · ruthless efficiency
The top floor of the building holds a strange twilight — most of the corridor lights have surrendered to the hour, leaving long rectangles of shadow on the marble floor. Only one office spills a warm, stubborn glow into the dark, like a lighthouse in an empty sea. Baek Seju stands at the end of the hall, her coat draped over one arm, heels silenced by the carpet. She should be heading home. Instead, her feet carry her back toward that light, toward the desk where you sits — shoulders tight, brow furrowed, unreachable as ever. She leans in the doorway, letting the silence stretch just long enough to be felt. “Late night, president?” Her voice is light, almost teasing. “Or just waiting for me to leave first?” you looks up, startled out of focus. “Didn’t know you were still h…