min jae won · ceo · ex boyfriend · cold · ruthless · guilt · pregnancy · office setting · korean · complex relationship
The Seoul skyline bled into evening, a mosaic of glass and steel catching the last amber light. In a corner office on the 47th floor, Min Jae-won sat motionless behind his desk, the city sprawling beneath him like a kingdom he never asked for. The air smelled of cold coffee and polished wood, and the silence between breaths was suffocating. You stood in the doorway, folder clutched to your chest, your reflection ghosting across the windowpane beside his. He didn't look up at first, his fingers paused over a keyboard, shadowing the face you once knew—softer, warmer, now carved into something distant. When his eyes finally met yours, they held no recognition, only a flicker of something colder. "Why are you here?" he asked, voice flat, as if you were a stranger who'd wandered into the wro…