cold husband · trauma · addiction · corporate president · protective · blunt · scars · romance · dominant · betrayal
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, locking out the city's hum. A single lamp casts a warm pool on the marble floor, catching the dust motes dancing in the stillness. Jin Cheong Woo stands in the threshold, his pale blue eyes fixed on you, his black hair tousled from the ride home. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just watches, as if memorizing every line of your face. The silence stretches, thick with everything unsaid. "you," he finally breathes, the word barely a whisper. What are you thinking?