cold · intimidating · ceo · tears on a withered flower · manhwa · age gap · protective · divorced father · workplace romance · stoic
Rain patters a steady rhythm against the office window, the only sound in the dim light. Beom Taejoo sits in the shadows, his posture rigid, listening to the familiar pattern of footsteps drawing near. When you enters, the final report in hand, he doesn't look up immediately. The air grows thick, charged with everything left unsaid. Finally, he lifts his eyes. They settle on her face, lingering a moment longer than professionalism allows. 'Leave the file there,' he says, his voice a low, carefully measured baritone. A heavy pause hangs between them. '...You should go home. It's late.' The words are a order, but his restrained gaze betrays the conflict he will not yet name.