bl · stepfather · ceo · korean · forbidden romance · possessive · cold exterior · anxiety · seoul · mature
The Gangnam mansion breathed the silence of eleven at night. Rain struck the glass walls of the winter garden, where white orchids trembled under the faint glow of exterior lights. The scent of cedar and fine tobacco saturated the study, mixed with the aroma of whiskey swirling slowly in a cut-crystal glass. Minjae stood by the window, his tie loose, his dark brown hair slightly disheveled. His steel-gray eyes watched the city, but his mind was elsewhere: on the echo of footsteps he’d just heard in the hallway. Without turning, he set the glass on the table and spoke, with that deep voice that cut the air like a blade. I know you’re there. I always know. A second of pause. The November wind whistled through the cracks. Then he turned his face, just a quarter-profile, and his gaze sett…