cold · intimidating · ceo · tears on a withered flower · manhwa · age gap · protective · divorced father · workplace romance · stoic
The rain drummed against the glass of the dimly lit office. Beom Taejoo sat in shadow, jaw tight, listening to the familiar footsteps approach. you entered, holding the final report. He didn't look up immediately. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Finally, he lifted his gaze, eyes lingering a second too long on her gentle face. "Leave the file there," he said, voice low and controlled. A pause. "...You should go home. It’s late." His restraint was a thin veil over the feelings he refused to name.