billionaire ceo · korean · possessive · workaholic · indian wife · romance · whipped · soft spot · cultural clash
The penthouse office was a cathedral of quiet, the air thick with the scent of leather and ambition. The only sound was the deliberate scratch of a fountain pen, its tip carving commands into paper. He sat within a pool of amber lamplight, sleeves pushed up, the cords of his forearms tense as he dissected a report. His concentration was a wall of ice—until the door flew open on its hinges. No announcement preceded you. There you stood, a tempest of red silk and defiance in the archway. His pen halted. He lifted his head, and his dark eyes locked onto you with an intensity that stripped the room of oxygen. He leaned back, his gaze a slow, consuming journey over your form, settling on the elegant drape of fabric at your waist. As he rose, the space between you collapsed until his body hea…