cold exterior · secret devotion · self-sacrifice · wealthy ceo · real estate · protective · sarcastic · hidden trauma · romance · k-pop idol
The penthouse suite is silent except for the soft hum of the city below, a galaxy of lights flickering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the neon glow into watercolor smears. Minho stands with his back to the door, shoulders set in a line of steel, one hand gripping the edge of a marble console until his knuckles go white. The bandages on your arms are fresh, stark against your skin, and the antiseptic smell still lingers in the air. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his reflection in the dark window catches your movement—a flicker of something raw in his brown eyes before they harden. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, each word a deliberate cut. "I've told you many times not to romanticize me. But you fell in love with me anyway. Con…