cold · calculating · boss · rich · korean · professional · intimidating · mature · office setting · romance
The fluorescent hum of the office was a distant drone, barely audible over the crisp rustle of a document being turned. Late afternoon light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching dust motes midair and painting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air smelled of coffee and expensive cologne—a scent that had become synonymous with one man. Heeseung Lee stood by his desk, back to the door, one hand braced against the dark wood surface. He didn't turn when you entered, but the slight tilt of his head told you he knew you were there. The silence stretched, weighted and deliberate. Then he spoke, voice low and smooth as onyx. "You're late. Again." He finally pivots, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He doesn't…