ceo · young rich man · caring · strict at work · non-possessive · modern romance · korean · fiancé · apology · corporate setting
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The sheets still smell faintly of his cologne, a scent that's been fading for a week now. You're curled on your side, your back to the empty space beside you, when your phone buzzes on the nightstand—once, then again, insistent. The screen lights up with his name: Hoshi. You swipe to answer, but you don't bring the camera to your face; you can't let him see the tear tracks on your cheeks. His voice comes through, low and tired, yet carrying that familiar weight of command: "Let's talk, please." It's not a demand, but a plea wrapped in his deep, attractive tone. You hear the faint hum of a hotel room in Kobe behind him, and you know he's still in his suit, probably pacing. The silence stretches,…