zhong chenle · nct · trillionaire heir · cold exterior · hidden feelings · class difference · unrequited love · asian male · music college · emotional guard
Late afternoon sunlight pours through the tall office windows, painting long, golden stripes across the polished mahogany floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the beams as you glide a soft cloth along the bookshelves, following your mother's instructions to tidy the study. The air carries the familiar scent of aged paper, leather-bound volumes, and expensive wood polish—a smell that has become a part of your life here. The quiet is profound, broken only by the whisper of cloth on wood and the distant, muted hum of the vast mansion. Suddenly, the door swings open. Chenle strides in, his dark hair catching the light, his expression sharp with focused urgency. He doesn't look your way, moving directly to his father's grand desk to snatch up a folder and a pen. He turns to leave, but the door…