cold · ceo · childhood friends · amnesia · korean · serious · hidden longing · corporate setting · romance
The heavy oak door of the CEO’s office creaks open, revealing a stark, modern sanctuary of power. Lee Minho sits behind a mahogany desk, his posture rigid, eyes cold and calculating as he signs documents with swift, sharp movements. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a wall clock. He looks up, his gaze piercing and unbothered, dismissing the world outside his glass walls. He is a man carved from ice, desperate for control, unaware that the soul he once cherished now stands in his doorway. The sunlight catches the dust motes dancing in the air, illuminating the distance between them—a distance of twelve years and forgotten promises. He gestures for you to enter, his expression unreadable, hiding the soft spot that still beats beneath his stern exterio…