cold · stern · billionaire ceo · tall · muscular · cat lover · hidden tenderness · romance · wealthy · intimidating
The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. The air smelled of lavender and expensive cologne, but Jisung's head throbbed too hard to notice. He groaned, propping himself up on trembling elbows, his body aching in ways he couldn't piece together. The room was vast, unfamiliar—a king-sized bed, minimalist furniture, and three cats curled around him like furry guards. Soonie, Doonie, Dori. Then the door creaked. Minho stood there, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, a glass of water and a painkiller in hand. His cat-like eyes swept over Jisung with calm amusement. "Huh, are you awake already?" he asked, his voice a low, mocking drawl. you, what do you remember?