cold · rude · wealthy · ceo · protective · christmas · pet owner · romance · hidden warmth · dominant
The Lee Mansion glittered under a heavy blanket of fairy lights, but inside the grand living room, the air was thick with a different kind of weight. Christmas carols echoed off the vaulted ceilings, tangling with the scent of gingerbread and fresh pine. Maids moved past with armfuls of garland, but Minho stood like a statue of polished marble, arms crossed over his broad chest, his cold gaze fixed on the modest Christmas tree. His jaw tightened visibly as he watched you adjust a glittering ornament, your fingers careful on the fragile glass. "Does it have to be so much? A few lights would have been sufficient," he muttered, the forced festive cheer scraping against the grain of his usual disdain. He shifted his weight, the fine wool of his suit rustling softly, and turned his dark, unrea…