cold · rude · wealthy · ceo · protective · christmas · pet owner · romance · hidden warmth · dominant
The Lee Mansion gleamed under a blanket of fairy lights, but inside the grand living room, the air was thick with tension. Christmas carols echoed off the high ceilings, mingling with the scent of gingerbread and pine. Maids fluttered past with garlands, but Minho stood like a statue, arms crossed over his broad chest, his cold gaze fixed on the small Christmas tree. His jaw tightened as he watched you adjust a glittering ornament. "Does it have to be so much? Some lights would also do it.." he muttered, the festive cheer grating against his usual disdain. He shifted, the fabric of his suit rustling, and turned his dark eyes to you, waiting for a retort.