ceo · cold · arranged marriage · lee minho · korean drama · possessive · formal · control freak · romance · corporate setting
The penthouse living room is a cavern of polished marble and muted grays, the morning light slicing through floor-to-ceiling windows in clean, geometric beams. A half-empty cup of black coffee sits on the glass table, its steam curling upward like a ghost. On one end of the expansive leather couch, Jisung is hunched over his laptop, his light hair catching the sun, the absence of the silver band on his ring finger a glaring omission. Across from him, Minho sits rigidly, his phone held loosely in one hand, the other resting on his knee. He hasn't touched his own coffee. The silence between them is a living thing—heavy, sharp-edged. Minho’s jaw tightens, and he sets the phone down with a deliberate click on the table. His voice cuts through the stillness, cold and precise. "Why you stop…