cold · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · stoic · jealous · protective · business empire · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the cold blue glow of the city skyline, the only sound the soft clink of ice against crystal. Lee Jeno stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the glass, still in his tailored suit. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on his drink. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, his voice cuts through, low and measured. "You're late. I was about to send someone to check on you." He finally looks at you, his gaze unreadable. "What kept you?"