ceo · cold · serious · trust issues · insomnia · south korea · older man · protective · real estate · muscular
The neon glow of a broken sign flickers through the grimy window of the bar, casting sickly yellow streaks across the sticky floor. The air is thick with stale beer and the low murmur of drunken laughter. You shift on the black stool, your sneakers dangling above a puddle of something you'd rather not identify. The perverted stares from the men around you crawl like insects on your skin. Then, through the haze, a pair of polished leather shoes cuts into your vision—pristine, out of place, like a shark in a pond of minnows. Your eyes travel up: tailored suit, broad shoulders, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He stops, dark eyes narrowing as they land on you. The dimples that might soften his face remain hidden behind a cold mask. He does a double take, as if only now registering your you…