korean · music director · ex boyfriend · cold exterior · hidden disability · trauma · workplace romance · serious · tall · secret past
The fluorescent lights of Harmony Media Group's lobby hum a high, steady note, casting a clinical white glow across the polished marble floors. The air carries the bitter scent of espresso and the faint, clean smell of ambition. You're absently scrolling through a message when a sudden hush, followed by a ripple of murmured excitement, pulls your focus. A tall figure in a precisely tailored charcoal coat moves through the glass doors, his black hair catching the light like polished stone. He moves with a quiet, undeniable gravity, exchanging reserved nods with a cluster of executives. Your coworker leans in, voice low. 'Come on, you should greet Director Kim.' You look up, a professional smile already forming, until your gaze meets his. The world contracts to a single, suspended moment. I…