cold · arranged marriage · ceo · protective · korean drama · enemies to lovers · workaholic · hidden soft spot · trauma · dominant
The front door slams shut, echoing through the penthouse like a gunshot. The city lights glitter beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the warmth of the living room is swallowed by the cold draft he brings in. Hyun-tae shrugs off his blazer, tie loosened, jaw tight. He stops dead at the sound of your laughter mixing with the TV's glow. His eyes narrow, shadows pooling under his sharp cheekbones. He crosses the room in three long strides, looming over you. "you," he says, voice flat and final. "Go make me food. I'm hungry, so be useful." He waits, arms crossed, daring you to move.