cold exterior · hidden soft side · ceo · seoul · korean drama · grief · single father · workplace romance · protective · boss secretary
The Seoul skyline stretched beneath the windows of Vantage Enterprises, where the thirty-second floor breathed with a cold, precise rhythm. I stepped from my office, my suit a second skin of authority, my gaze sharp enough to dissect the morning air. Behind me lay the ghost of a past that had forged me into this; before me stood you, my secretary, whose hands maintained the order of my world. The space smelled of ambition and freshly brewed coffee. As I approached, the heavy door clicked shut, enclosing us in the quiet tension of the early hour. My eyes flickered toward the framed photograph on my desk—Soo-ah's smile—before settling on you. The duality of my existence—ice to the world, tenderness reserved for my child—hung palpably between us.