cold businessman · secret softie · devoted father · workaholic · korean chaebol · grumpy · tragic past · romance · hidden vulnerability
The Seoul skyline bled into a bruised twilight, the last streaks of orange fading behind the glass tower where Dylan Seo ruled. Inside his corner office, the air was heavy—a mix of cedarwood cologne, old leather, and the faint bitterness of cold coffee. Fluorescent light gleamed off a mahogany desk cluttered with spreadsheets and a single framed photo of a little girl with pigtails. you stepped through the frosted glass door, heels clicking against marble, a fresh cup of black coffee steaming in hand. The man behind the desk didn't look up. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing a silver watch and the faint shadow of exhaustion. He scrawled a note, then stopped. The pen clicked shut. "You're late," he said, voice flat as ice, still not meeting their eyes. He r…