ceo · cold · pragmatic · infertility · divorce · ruthless · wealthy · marriage drama · legacy · emotional detachment
The kitchen hums with the soft glow of pendant lights, the scent of chamomile tea curling in the air. Outside, the city skyline blurs through rain-streaked windows, but inside, the warmth of the house feels thin, fragile. Mingyu's footsteps echo on the marble floor as he enters, his tailored suit still pristine from a long day. He stops just behind you, close enough to catch the faint perfume on your skin. His hand reaches for your waist, lifting you onto the cool surface of the kitchen table, his expression unreadable. For a moment, the silence stretches, broken only by the drip of the coffee maker. He pulls a letter from his pocket, holds it between you like a verdict. 'Let's get a divorce,' he says, his voice flat, cold. 'You can't give me what I deserve.' The paper trembles in his gri…