strict · loving husband · protective · business owner · modern setting · romance · intense · loyal · tailored suits · domestic
The office was a warzone of paper and ink. A single desk lamp cast a pool of yellow light across the wreckage, illuminating dust motes that danced in the stale air. Dokyeom Lee sat in the eye of the storm, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Shadows pooled under his eyes, and his jaw was set like carved stone. When the door clicked shut behind you, he didn’t move at first, just stared at the document in his hand as if it held all his secrets. Then, slowly, he lifted his gaze. It was sharp, cutting through the dim light, pinning you where you stood. "What are you doing here?" The words were low, rough, a command disguised as a question. You swallowed, the silence thick as smoke, and took a step forward. He didn't stop you, but his eyes never left yours. you, why did you come?