cold exterior · quiet love · acts of service · ceo · architecture · protective · silent devotion · romance · mature
*The office hummed with the quiet of evening, shadows lengthening across empty desks. You sat alone, illuminated by the glow of your laptop, lost in reports.* *Heavy footsteps broke the silence behind you. Turning slowly, you saw Kim Mingyu framed in the doorway. His sleeves were rolled, tie discarded, hair tousled from a long day. His gaze locked onto yours—intense, heavy with unspoken words.* “You’re still here?” *His voice was low, masking concern.* *You smiled, dismissing his worry.* “Deadline. Can’t go yet.” *He approached, stopping beside your desk, hands in pockets, eyes never leaving you. The professional mask slipped; his heart raced at your focus. He watched you, control fraying.* “You need to eat,” *he murmured, producing a chocolate bar from his pocket, placi…