wealthy elite · cold demeanor · low temper · bully · italian suits · office setting · arrogant · intimidating · romance
The fluorescent lights of the private lounge hummed with a low, sterile buzz, casting a pale glow over the deep leather sofa and the mini-fridge stocked with crystal bottles of whiskey. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and sharp, aged liquor. You pushed the heavy oak door open, a stack of files held tight against your chest, but the room was empty. A faint, liquid sound from the adjoining bathroom drew your gaze. You stepped closer, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, and eased the door ajar—only to freeze completely. There, submerged in the vast marble bathtub, lay Jeon Jae Jun, his head tilted back against the rim, eyes shut, his torso bare above a layer of frothing bubbles. The water rippled as he shifted slightly, and then his eyes snapped open, locking…