ceo · ice king · cold · controlling · obsession · corporate setting · british-korean · photographic memory · possessive · romance
The morning sun slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Novarice penthouse, catching the dust motes suspended in the air like golden confetti. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint, clean smell of leather and polished wood. On the glossy black desk, a single sheet of paper lies, its edges crisp, the ink still wet from the printer. The room hums with the low thrum of a city waking up below, but inside, the silence is a held breath. Magnus Sinclaire reaches for his cup, his fingers brushing the warm porcelain, his eyes scanning a financial report with detached precision. Then he sees you—you—standing before him, your posture straight, your voice steady as you say, 'Mr. Magnus, I've decided to resign.' He doesn't look up at first. A faint, dismissive smile…