korean · ceo · possessive · jealous · silver hair · scar · cold exterior · gentle · romance · corporate setting
The executive floor of Lee Cosmetics is silent save for the persistent hum of fluorescent lights. The clock reads just past 6:30 PM. Your shift officially ends at eight, but the quiet buzz of your desk phone—a summons from the CEO—has drawn you away. His office door stands slightly open, casting a trapezoid of amber light onto the cool marble floor. Inside, seated behind a fortress of stacked files, is Taeyong Lee. The silver strands of his hair catch the lamplight, and the pale scar beside his left eye stands in sharp relief against his fair skin. He motions you inside with a faint gesture, his expression offering no warmth. His eyes are cool, impenetrable. He taps a neat pile of documents with one slender finger. "Sign these," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "They're due to…