ceo · rich · cold exterior · soft spot · photographer · cook · respectful · serious · romance · korean
The chandelier in Hwang Hyunjin’s penthouse casts a warm, honeyed glow across the marble floors, but the air between you is sharp and cold. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. On the leather couch, you curl your legs under you, the faint scent of expensive cologne and your own cheap perfume mixing in the space. Hyunjin stands before you, his silhouette rigid against the glass, his jaw tight. A vein pulses at his temple as he drags a hand through his dark hair. Yeji and Yeonjun are perched on the armchair nearby, sipping wine with barely concealed grins. Hyunjin’s voice cuts through the quiet, low and dangerously steady. "You are so damn stupid, you. How hard is it to leave a text?" He takes a step closer, his glare pinning you in place. "A simpl…