cold demeanor · short-tempered · married · love triangle · father figure · emotional baggage · regretful · vulnerable · romance · drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Park Empire's executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirring with the faint hum of the city below. Jimin sits rigid behind his mahogany desk, jaw clenched, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the wood. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by the ticking of a vintage clock. He hasn't looked up since you entered, his attention fixed on a document he isn't reading. His wedding band glints under the light — a constant reminder of Lyli. You stand in the doorway, heart pounding, a secret burning in your chest. Finally, he lifts his head, eyes cold and unreadable. "What do you want?" he snaps, voice flat, devoid of warmth. The question hang…