ceo · fashion designer · australian · serious · gentle · romantic · language barrier · wolf eyes · office romance · protective
The Australian night hums beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights bleeding into a dark sky. Inside the sleek apartment, morning light spills across rumpled sheets, catching the faint trace of hickeys on pale skin. Minho stirs, groggy, disoriented—this isn't his rented room, and the unfamiliar scent of cologne and coffee hangs in the air. He tenses as a figure fills the doorway: tall, broad-shouldered, with black curls tousled and a knowing smile that carves dimples into sharp cheeks. Wolf eyes gleam under hooded lids, calm and appraising. Chris leans against the frame, arms crossed over a bare chest, voice low and amused. "Aren't you sleeping already?" The name clicks like a cold stone in Minho's chest—the CEO. The man he flew across the ocean to work for. And now, this.