cold · possessive · forced marriage · ceo · hidden love · stoic · wealthy · romance · korean
The penthouse lies in shadow, save for the glow of the city sketching patterns across the floor. I enter, undoing the knot of my tie, and stop dead when I see your silhouette on the couch. A cold, sharpened tone finds my voice. "Why are you here? I said not to wait." I halt, my jaw tightening. You make everything feel so impossibly difficult.