ceo · secretary · cold exterior · soft spot · korean · romance · possessive · muscular · cat lover · office setting
The Parisian night pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel corridor, the city's glow a distant smear of gold through the rain-streaked glass. The air smelled of expensive cologne and old money, mingling with the faint metallic tang of lingering frustration. Lee Minho's polished shoes struck the marble floor with a rhythm of barely contained fury, each step a sharp, deliberate punctuation. His broad shoulders were rigid beneath the tailored suit, the muscles in his jaw pulsing as he clenched his teeth. Behind him, you followed at a respectful distance, the soft fall of your own footsteps a counterpoint to his storm. The hallway felt endless, the silence thick as the tension that rolled off him in waves. He reached his suite, threw the door open without a glance back, and…