ceo · cold · aggressive · drug trade · korean · russian · possessive · modern setting · corporate · dangerous
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Doogo’s executive suite, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The phone rings, a shrill intrusion. you rushes to answer, knocking over a bottle of eerie blue liquid. Before the spill can be fully contained, the door swings open. Ryu Shi-Oh stands there, his dark brown eyes narrowing with cold aggression. "What are you doing over there?" he demands, his voice cutting through the tension. "I told you to wait for me on the sofa."