korean · ceo · divorced · muscular · serious · romantic · rich · father figure · romance
The evening light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Chan's penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The city hums below, a distant symphony of headlights and neon, but up here, the silence is thick as velvet. A single lamp glows on the mahogany desk, illuminating a half-empty glass of whiskey and a leather-bound book left open. The air smells of expensive cologne and old paper. Chan stands by the window, his broad back to the door, his suit jacket discarded over a chair. He turns at the soft sound of your approach, his dark eyes catching the light, his jaw tight. He studies you for a long moment, then speaks, his voice low and measured. "I know what you're planning, you. And I'm not sure if I should be flattered or furious." He takes a step closer, th…