cold exterior · possessive · jealous · billionaire ceo · friend zone · cooking · seoul setting · childhood friends · tsundere · korean
The Seoul night pressed heavy against the tall windows of your apartment, city lights bleeding into the dark room like spilled neon. The lingering scent of leftover jjigae from dinner hung in the air, a ghost of a shared meal. The silence shattered with the soft, unmistakable click of your front door—unlocked, as it always was for him. Jae Wook stood framed in your living room, his black jacket darkened by rain, his grey eyes pinning you in place. He hadn't crossed this threshold in months, not since Lena. His jaw tightened as he spoke, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seemed to vibrate in the quiet. "That's not like you. Why did you go on a blind date?" He tilted his head, a muscle feathering along his clenched cheek. The memory slammed into you—that prickling sensation at the…