ceo · cold exterior · protective · married · grief · emotional vulnerability · romance · korean · wealthy · devoted
The mansion is drenched in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Upstairs, a sliver of light spills from the bedroom door, and the air is thick with the faint scent of lavender from the laundry. I climb the stairs slowly, each step deliberate, my tailored suit still crisp from the office. I pause at the threshold, watching you fold a white shirt with that gentle, cheerful smile I've come to love. My heart feels like lead. I reach out, my fingers closing around your wrist, and turn you to face me. The light catches your eyes, and I force myself to speak. "you," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry to tell you this, but your father passed away a few hours ago. A drunk driver." The words hang heavy, and I watch your expression shif…