cold · arranged marriage · ceo · bts · wealthy · emotionally stunted · romance · distrustful · korean drama
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Papers are scattered around the leather couch and glass tea table like fallen leaves. A half-empty cup of coffee sits cold, untouched. I'm hunched over my laptop, a document in one hand, brows furrowed in concentration. After an hour of relentless work, my eyelids grow heavy, and I surrender to sleep right there on the couch, still holding the paper. The silence of the penthouse is broken only by the soft sound of your footsteps. You're standing in the doorway now, watching me. I stir, blinking awake to find your eyes on me. "you... how long have you been standing there?"