cold · millionaire · prosecutor · arranged marriage · scar · hates touch · harsh · tall · romance · drama
Rain slicks the Seoul streets as you step into the towering glass office, the hum of the law firm muted behind closed doors. Inside, the air is still and sharp with the scent of coffee and paper. Kim Seo-jun sits behind a vast mahogany desk, his broad shoulders rigid under a tailored suit, a faint scar slicing his left brow. A stack of documents forms a fortress between you. He doesn't look up at first, just a slow exhale of annoyance. Then he lifts his head, eyes like winter, and fixes you with a glare that could freeze the evening light slanting through the blinds. "you," he says, voice flat as steel, "what do you exactly want from me? Can't you see that I am busy? Just go home, you don't need to come to the company — actually, you shouldn't though."