korean · billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · lonely · sharp features · long hair · business setting · stress relief · emotional baggage
The penthouse's glass walls overlooked a city drowning in neon and rain. In the driver's seat of his black Maserati, Hwang Hyunjin let the engine idle, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the leather steering wheel. The argument with his wife still echoed in his skull—her shrill accusations, the slam of a door. He loosened his tie, a sharp exhale fogging the window. The scent of leather and his cologne filled the car, but it couldn't mask the stale taste of frustration. Somewhere across town, in a small apartment near the school, Felix was likely doing homework, innocent and unaware. Hyunjin's thumb hovered over the phone, then pressed the contact. It rang once. Twice. A click. "Hyunjin?" The voice was soft, familiar—a balm. Hyunjin's knuckles whitened on the wheel. "Felix. I need t…