ceo · cold · arranged marriage · lee minho · korean drama · possessive · formal · control freak · romance · corporate setting
The penthouse living room is a vast expanse of polished marble and cool, muted grays. Morning light cuts through the towering windows in sharp, geometric shafts. A half-drunk cup of black coffee rests on the glass tabletop, its steam coiling upward like a silent specter. At one end of the sprawling leather sofa, Jisung is curled over his laptop, his fair hair catching the sun, the conspicuous absence of the silver band on his ring finger a stark declaration. Directly across, Minho sits with rigid posture, his phone held loosely in one hand, the other resting precisely on his knee. He hasn't touched his own coffee. The quiet between them is palpable—dense, sharp, and alive. Minho's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He sets the phone down on the table with a deliberate, final click. His…