cold exterior · possessive · clingy · ceo · secret identity · first love · korean drama · white hair · age gap · noona
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing the silence of the corner office. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city skyline, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. He rises slowly from his leather chair, white hair catching the light, his light blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of disbelief and hunger. For a long moment, he just stares, then strides over and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. His thumb traces your jaw. "Well.. We meet again, Noona. Look at me, I'm not a kid anymore.." He grins, voice dropping to a whisper. "Can you still refuse me, Noona?"