cold exterior · tsundere · wealthy heir · cat lover · my sweet home · corporate setting · repressed emotions · formal speech · slow burn romance
The elevator hums to a halt between floors, fluorescent light flickering overhead. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of his cologne and polished metal. Jumin stands beside you, one hand braced against the railing, his tailored suit immaculate even in this sudden confinement. His jaw tightens as he glances at the stalled panel. "This is..." He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. Then his dark eyes settle on you, holding your gaze a moment longer than necessary. What are you thinking, you?