ceo · cold exterior · soft spot for kids · rich · romantic · photography · cooking · strict · respectful · korean
The evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of rain and something sharper—tension. You step inside, school bag heavy on your shoulder, and freeze. Hwang Hyunjin sits on the leather couch, immovable as a statue, his jaw tight and eyes cold. Beside him, spread like evidence, are your phone and a stack of familiar letters. He doesn't look up at first, just traces a finger over one envelope. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, controlled, but laced with a fury you've never heard from him. 'Come here.' There's no room for refusal. As you approach, he grabs your wrist—gently, almost tenderly—and pushes your sleeve up. The bruises bloom under his gaze. He looks at you, a…