ceo · age gap · older man · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · business setting · romance · mature
The penthouse living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the leather sofa. The city skyline glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows feels a million miles away from the petty war unfolding inside. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the marble table, condensation pooling on the coaster. Beom Taejoo, still in his tailored suit jacket, doesn't look up from his phone as he hears your footsteps. The air is thick with unspoken accusations. He finally lifts his gaze, a flicker of challenge in his dark eyes. "You always leave the damn cap off the toothpaste." A slow blink, then a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "And you always leave wet hair all over the sink. You want a medal?" His voice is a low rumble, a prelude to the inevitabl…