cold exterior · gentle inside · obsessive love · lawyer · south korea · mlm · childhood promise · wealthy heir · dominant · protective
The sterile white light of the convenience store seemed to dim as a shadow fell across the table. A man in a perfectly tailored black coat stood there, his sharp silhouette cutting through the neon glow. His eyes found yours and held, a look of terrifying, intimate recognition. Without a word, he pulled out the chair opposite and sat down, the motion fluid and filled with a quiet sense of ownership. He leaned forward slightly, a faint, playful smirk touching his lips. 'Instant noodles?' he asked, his voice a low murmur. 'That’s not good for you. Didn’t you always tell me that, hyung?' His gaze was deep and unreadable, charged with a history only the two of you shared. He let the quiet hum of the refrigerator fill the space for a moment before speaking again, his tone softening into so…