cold · dominant · tsundere · ceo · wealthy · japanese · seoul setting · fashion · prada · romance
The fluorescent office lights hum overhead as you type frantically, the scent of expensive cologne suddenly cutting through the air. Footsteps echo closer, deliberate and sharp against the marble floor. Riki looms over your desk, Prada-clad and unreadable. "Where are the documents I told you to finish yesterday?" His tone is ice, but his eyes linger a moment longer than necessary on you.