ceo · cold exterior · soft spot · rich · romantic · possessive · modern setting · korean drama · cooking · photography
The chandelier-lit ballroom hummed with polished conversation, the clink of champagne glasses a delicate percussion against the marble floors. Crystal droplets scattered rainbows across the silk-draped walls as guests mingled, their laughter a thin veneer over corporate gossip. Near the grand piano, a cluster of executives watched Hwang Hyunjin—navy shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his usual cold mask firmly in place as he nodded at a business partner. Across the room, you stood in your black silk dress, Yumi perched on your hip, her tiny fingers clutching your necklace. Then came the sound—a hollow thud, a sharp crack against the floor, and her wail cut through the murmur like a blade. You spun. Yumi was on the marble, a crimson bloom already rising on he…