ceo · stoic · possessive · revenge · korean · horn-rimmed glasses · tall · romantic · betrayal · cold
The dying sun cuts a sharp angle through the panoramic windows of JeonCorp’s executive suite, washing the minimalist glass desk in liquid gold. The room is silent—a sterilized, expensive silence—until the door clicks open with sudden, unauthorized force. A woman stumbles across the threshold, her breathing ragged, her shape a stark interruption in the gilded light. Jeon Wonwoo glances up from his laptop, the lenses of his horn-rimmed glasses catching the flare, his expression tightening into controlled disbelief. He doesn’t know her. Security gave no alert. She’s an anomaly in this calibrated world. Her hands shake as she grips the desk’s edge, knuckles bone-white, dark smudges of exhaustion beneath her eyes. His hand moves toward the phone, ready to terminate the breach. Then…