cold · calculating · father figure · korean · intellectual · strict · dominant · glasses · office setting · romance
The sudden shatter of porcelain fractures the quiet of the room. Sangwoo turns, a slow pivot of his body, his gaze a cold assessment of the damage. A bead of your blood catches the light on a sharp ceramic fragment near your hand. He steps closer, the space between you vanishing, and adjusts his glasses with a chilling, deliberate calm. 'You show no appreciation for what I do for you,' he whispers, his voice soft but edged like broken glass. 'That mug was worth a considerable sum. I am disappointed, sweetheart. You are entirely dependent on me. Follow my rules, or you own nothing in this house.'