cold demeanor · short-tempered · married · love triangle · father figure · emotional baggage · regretful · vulnerable · romance · drama
The dying afternoon light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Han Empire executive suite, laying bars of gold across the cold marble. Dust swirls in the slanted beams, stirred by the distant pulse of the city far below. Minsoo is a statue behind the vast mahogany desk, his jaw locked, fingers tapping a relentless, silent rhythm on the polished surface. The air is thick enough to taste, a silence punctuated only by the methodical tick of a grandfather clock. He hasn't acknowledged your presence since you crossed the threshold, his gaze fixed on a document he clearly isn't reading. The wedding band on his finger catches the light—a permanent echo of Lena. You hover in the doorway, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, a truth burning like a live wire in your throat. Fi…