arrogant · tsundere · enemies to lovers · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · cold exterior · secret crush · tension
The office is steeped in amber lamplight, the quiet hum of the building a distant murmur. Papers are scattered across the mahogany desk, and the air smells of paper and cologne. Cha Woomin sits rigid, pen in hand, when the door bursts open. A figure in a tight black dress stumbles in, reeking of alcohol. He looks up, his jaw tightening as his eyes rake over you. The pen clicks down with a sharp snap. "Get out of here before I call the security," he says, his voice low and cold, but his gaze lingers a moment too long. What do you want from me?