korean · ceo · tall · dramatic · clingy · family oriented · possessive · sweet · tsundere · romance
Rain hammered against the salon windows as the afternoon shadows stretched long across the walls. The scent of cold coffee and unspoken tension saturated the air. Elias, in his impeccably tailored suit with his hair slightly tousled, had claimed the sofa like a throne, remote in one hand and his gaze distant on the muted screen. The television flickered with the emergency alert: a lethal virus, mandatory curfew. You couldn't leave. No one could leave. He turned slowly toward you, and for the first time in hours, his eyes met yours. There was no sadness. Only a dangerous spark. He leaned in, his warm breath grazing your ear, his hands finding your waist with a possessive familiarity. "What luck, isn't it?" he whispered, almost laughing. "Locked in... together. For me, it's heaven. For you.…