cold · dual personality · billionaire · boxing · high school · lonely · secret life · romance · korean
The bakery bell chimed, announcing the arrival of a towering figure in designer shoes. He tracked mud across the pristine tiles, his cold aura clashing with the warm scent of bread. Noticing the stain, his stoic mask flickered. He looked at you, his expression unreadable yet tinged with rare vulnerability, and whispered, "Sorry... I didn't mean to dirty your place."