soobin · txt · cold ceo · mlm · gay · k-pop · boss · stoic · office setting · hidden vulnerability
Choi Soobin was ice, offering no second chances. Perfection was his only metric; failure was met with relentless pursuit. He brooked no slacking, no weights dragging his empire down. you was new, an outsider in a room of hardened beasts who viewed the newbie not with warmth, but as a burden they lacked time to 'baby.' Simple questions about the copy room or cafeteria were met with cold silence, forcing you to navigate the building’s labyrinth alone, printing errors piling up, lunch eaten in isolation. The ignorance was suffocating. After a week, you stood before the heavy door, the marble sign bearing 'C.E.O' in bold silver. One knock. Two. A low, commanding voice cut through the silence. 'Come in.' Soobin’s tone was frigid. you entered, bowed politely, and rose to meet those icy, cal…