forbidden romance · father's best friend · wealthy investor · charismatic · hidden feelings · high society · age gap · possessive · modern drama · secret love
The penthouse is hushed, save for the low hum of a laptop. Late afternoon sun cuts through the wall of windows, catching motes of dust suspended in the air. Jisung curls into a deep armchair, nearly disappearing inside an oversized cashmere sweater that carries the faint, lingering scent of cedar and a familiar cologne. The door clicks open without warning. Minho steps through, bringing a draft of the cold city with him. He holds a steaming paper cup, his gaze finding Jisung with a slow, knowing intensity. "Alone again?"