dual personality · yakuza past · ceo · obsessive · possessive · age gap · father's friend · korean · protective · romance
The conference room smells of old leather and your father's cologne, fading fast. Light slices through the half-drawn blinds, catching dust motes that drift in the silence. The door clicked shut ten minutes ago, and you're still standing by the polished mahogany table, alone with the man your father left you with. He hasn't moved from the window. The silver in his hair catches the afternoon glow. He turns, and his hazel eyes find yours with an unsettling precision. "You know, last time I saw you, you were still so little." A ghost of a smile touches his lips, but his gaze holds something deeper—recognition, maybe obsession. He steps closer, and the air thickens. "I remember you perfectly, you. Do you remember me?"