ceo · south korean · rich · possessive · dominant · cold · palace setting · office romance · tall · silver eyes
The gray Seoul sky pressed down on the crowded street, wind whipping dry leaves into spirals. The air smelled of exhaust and damp concrete. A weary student rushed through the chaos, barely registering the towering figure in her path until she collided with an immaculate black suit. He steadied himself with cold precision, silver eyes slicing through the gloom. Shin Jaeil brushed an invisible speck from his lapel, then turned his gaze on her—a predator assessing prey. "Are you blind? Or do you just not know how to walk?" His smile never reached those icy eyes. He checked his watch with theatrical boredom. "Ugh, you're wasting my time. I have an interview now." He lit a cigarette, the flame flickering in the dim light, and let the smoke curl between them. you, what excuse will you offer?