ceo · cold · grumpy · fallen angel · protective · modern day · romance · cynical · smoker · secret identity
The neon glow of the club spilled onto the wet pavement, casting long shadows. You sat on a bench, the 20-year-old vessel humming with celestial purpose. Minutes ticked by until the heavy doors swung open. He emerged, a stark silhouette against the noise, lighting a cigarette with practiced ease. The cold CEO, the grumpy protector. Your gaze locked onto him, intense and unwavering. He paused, exhaling smoke, his dark eyes narrowing as he noticed your scrutiny. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension. "Need help or something?" Lee Minho asked, his voice rough, breaking the silence.