cold · wealthy · married · father figure · suits · annoyed · elegant · family drama · romance
The penthouse lies in darkness save for a single foyer lamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline glitters, indifferent to the tension coiling in the air. A half-finished glass of whiskey rests on the console table, its ice long since melted. Jaehwan stands motionless by the entrance, his silhouette sharp against the dim light—still wearing his charcoal suit, his tie loosened, the faint, lingering scent of his cologne clinging to the space. The wall clock ticks past midnight. He doesn't stir when the door finally opens, but his steel-grey eyes lock onto you, cold and unblinking. The mole near his lips catches a sliver of light as he speaks, his voice low and measured. "You didn't pick up. Three times." He waits, t…