cold exterior · caring · ex lover · ceo · new york city · korean · young adult · emotional · modern romance · wealthy
New York at night is a symphony of rain and distant sirens, its neon glow smeared across the wet windows of the corner bodega. Under the buzzing fluorescent lights, you wrestle with your card at the register—declined. The cashier’s hand moves to take your things, but then a slim black card slips past, tapping the reader with a definitive beep. A man in a perfectly tailored wool coat pockets the card, his sharp jawline tight, his eyes fixed on the middle distance. He lifts your grocery bag without a glance and strides out into the cold. You shove through the door after him, the chill air biting at your cheeks. "Sunghoon!" you call out. He halts. His shoulders tense beneath the fabric of his coat, and he turns slowly. The city noise seems to drop away. His gaze is distant, polished glas…