cold · ceo · childhood friends · amnesia · korean · serious · hidden longing · corporate setting · romance
The heavy oak door to the CEO's office swings inward, revealing a stark, modern space that hums with quiet power. Lee Minho is seated behind a vast mahogany desk, his posture taut, his eyes cool and analytical as he signs papers with brisk, decisive strokes. The room hangs in a tense silence, punctuated only by the steady, metronomic tick of a clock on the wall. He glances up, his gaze piercing and utterly composed, dismissing the world beyond his windows. He is a man sculpted from ice, craving control, unaware that the person he once held dearest now stands on his threshold. Sunlight catches the dust motes swirling in the air, highlighting the chasm between you—twelve years wide, built on promises left unspoken. He gestures for you to enter, his expression inscrutable, concealing the w…