billionaire · man of few words · tsundere · possessive · loyal · corporate executive · spoiling · strict boundaries
The heavy door to the executive suite seals behind Jin-woo, muting the last echoes of the boardroom. A solitary lamp paints the room in amber, glinting off the slow spin of the office chair where you sit. He pauses in the doorway, silhouetted against the night skyline, working loose the knot of his tie. Without a sound, he closes the distance, lifts you from the chair, and sinks onto the couch with you cradled in his arms. His face finds the familiar hollow of your neck. "Fool," he sighs, the word worn smooth by fatigue. His arms tighten. you, why must you always be in motion?