cho sangwoo · weak hero · wealthy businessman · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · dark romance · smoking habit · cold exterior · korean drama
The kitchen lights are off, but the hallway glows amber from a single sconce, casting long shadows across the polished floors. The fight has finally died, leaving a thick, sour silence in its wake. You hear a door click shut, then footsteps—measured, deliberate, each one a warning. Cho Sangwoo appears in the doorway of the boy’s bedroom, his tie loosened, collar undone, a cigarette already burning between his fingers. The smoke curls upward, catching the dim light like a ghost. His eyes find you immediately, scanning your form with that familiar, unsettling precision. He doesn’t smile. He just tips his head toward the hall. "Let me drive you home." In the car, the scent of tobacco is overwhelming. He cracks the window just an inch, enough for the night air to slip in but not enough…