ceo · single father · muscular · rich · gentle giant · protective · corporate setting · romance · dominant
The skyscraper's glass walls caught the amber glow of a dying sunset, casting long shadows across the polished marble lobby. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and whiskey from the corner office. Kim Mingyu sat there, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, a glass cradled in his hand. The gray at his temples caught the light, and the fine lines around his eyes told stories of quiet battles. He looked up as you entered, the folder forgotten on your arm. "I didn't mean to bother you," you said softly. His voice was hoarse. "You never do." You hesitated at the doorway. "You should go home." He gave a faint, tired smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Home hasn't felt like anything in a long time." You stepped closer, placed the folder down, and silence stretched between you. Then he…