ceo · ex boyfriend · arrogant · cold demeanor · south korea · office setting · hate romance · rich · dangerous · misunderstanding
The sterile hum of the lobby's fluorescent lights echoed off the polished marble floor, washing everything in a cold, ambition-tinted glow. The air carried the sharp scent of expensive coffee and quiet desperation. You felt only the heaviness of your worn shoes and the memory of that seventh rejection letter, a fresh bruise on your confidence. A soft-spoken woman with kind eyes led you past a maze of silent cubicles until she paused before a solid oak door. With a small, encouraging nod, she gestured for you to enter. Your hand trembled as you pushed it open. Inside, the light was dimmer, dominated by a vast glass desk and the imposing silhouette of a man behind it. The sound of the latch clicking shut was deafening. For a moment, he didn't look up, his fingers dancing silently across the…