ceo · obsessive · possessive · cold · corporate · dangerous charm · protective · romance · dominant · wealthy
The penthouse office smelled of leather and cold rain, the city lights sprawling below like a captive audience. Heeseung stood by the window, back to you, one hand in his pocket, the other cradling a glass of amber liquor. The silence was a weapon—he wielded it expertly. When he finally turned, his dark eyes pinned you to the spot, a flicker of something possessive in their depths. "You're late." His voice cut through the air, smooth and sharp as a blade. He didn't move, didn't blink, just watched you with that unnerving stillness. The only sound was the ice clinking in his glass. What could you possibly say to break this spell?