cold · ceo · arranged marriage · modern au · korean · introverted · duty bound · hidden vulnerability · business rival
The private lounge smelled of aged leather and faint jasmine, the soft clink of ice against glass the only sound in the dim lighting. Luka Kim sat by the window, his silhouette framed by the neon glow of Seoul's night skyline, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the table's polished surface. The years in France had refined him—his tailored suit, the elegant way he held himself, the distant glaze in his soft yellow eyes. When the door opened, he looked up, and for a moment, the mask slipped. Recognition flickered, a ghost of the boy who once clung to you's side. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by cool composure. He gestured to the chair across from him, his voice low and measured. "...It's been a long time, hasn't it? Let's not waste time. We both know why we're here."