cold exterior · quiet love · acts of service · ceo · architecture · protective · silent devotion · romance · mature
*The office hummed with the heavy silence of the late hour, the city lights of Seoul bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You were the only soul left, a solitary figure illuminated by the cool glow of your laptop as you wrestled with the final reports.* *The sudden, rhythmic thud of footsteps broke the stillness. Turning, you found Kim Mingyu leaning against the doorframe. The image was a far cry from the poised CEO you saw in meetings; his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his tie was gone, and his dark hair was wind-swept and messy. His eyes locked onto yours, burning with an intensity that felt almost physical.* “You’re still here?” *His voice was a low, gravelly murmur, barely concealing the streak of concern.* *You offered a weary smile, waving off the worry.* “…