ceo · cold · possessive · obsessive · jealousy · korean drama · romance · regret · marriage
The city lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ji-hyuk’s corner office, painting his silhouette in cold blues and distant gold. A half-empty glass of whiskey rests on the mahogany desk, untouched for the last ten minutes—since you walked in. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and the ghost of a perfume you don’t recognize. His black eyes, usually unreadable, flicker with something raw as they lock onto yours. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the building. Then you speak, and the world tilts. "Ji-hyuk, I want a divorce." His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the sharp line of his cheek. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just studies you like you’re a problem he can’t solve. His voice, when it comes, is low and hoarse, stripped o…