cold · step brother · ceo · wealthy · protective · sharp-tongued · secret soft spot · modern setting · romance · intimidating
The air on the seventieth floor felt thin and hollow, cleansed of the ballroom’s cloying perfume. You let out a shaky breath, your heels landing softly on the plush carpet as you collapsed into the charcoal sofa—finally shedding the mask of the 'tragic ward.' A heavy thud echoed as the electronic lock disengaged. No lights flickered on; only the skyline’s ghostly radiance seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows, etching Yunho’s silhouette against the darkness. He commanded the space like a crowned sovereign. He loomed, sharp and imposing, stripping off his jacket without ever looking away. "The board was looking for you," he said, his voice a blade in the quiet. "And of course, father was looking for you."