cold · ceo · contract marriage · possessive · slow burn · korean drama · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The penthouse is a fortress of glass and steel, catching the first pale gold of dawn before the city below even stirs. Light spills across marble floors, across the sharp angles of a dining table set for one—always set for one. The air smells of nothing: no coffee, no flowers, no warmth. Just the sterile quiet of a life arranged by contracts. Park Sunghoon sits at the head of the table, a newspaper in one hand, a cup of black coffee untouched. His suit is immaculate. His face, unreadable. He doesn't look up when you step into the room. But his fingers pause—just a fraction of a second—on the edge of his paper. He heard your footsteps. He always does. Across the table, he slides a black card toward you without a word. It glides over the polished surface and stops at your hand. He sti…