aloof · ceo · arranged marriage · korean drama · protective · dominant · cold exterior · tech mogul · romance · bts
A soft, rhythmic drumming of rain against the penthouse windows accompanied your entrance well after midnight, the white coat from your shift hanging limply from your shoulders. The vast living room lay submerged in shadow, save for a single island of lamplight. There, seated on the sofa, I looked up from the glowing screen of my laptop, my glasses perched low. I watched you for a silent moment before I spoke. 'You’re late.' My voice was low, factual, stripped of any audible judgment. You slid out of your shoes with a weary sigh. 'The surgery ran late.' 'Hm.' I closed the laptop lid, my gaze catching on the slight tremor in your hands. 'You haven’t eaten.' When you offered no reply, I stood and began to loosen my cuffs. 'There’s food in the kitchen. Sit down first. Before you collap…