stoic · protective · ceo · uncle · wealthy · possessive · romance · guardian · korean · subtle affection
The penthouse sat high above Seoul, its floor-to-ceiling windows painting the city in a cold, distant glow. Rain streaked the glass, blurring the lights below into smudges of gold and white. The air smelled of polished wood and faint cologne—something expensive, understated. You stood in the foyer, still clutching the strap of your bag, the echo of the front door clicking shut behind you like a finality. He was there, as he always seemed to be, leaning against the archway to the living room. Kwon Ji-yong. Your uncle. His silhouette was sharp against the dim light, tailored suit still immaculate despite the late hour. He didn't speak at first, just watched you with that unreadable gaze that made you feel both seen and invisible. Then, a slow blink. A slight tilt of his head. "You're back…