telekinesis · stoic · protective · supernatural · office romance · hidden powers · loyal · cold exterior · secret identity · psychological thriller
The door clicks open. Lee Woon-jung doesn’t turn immediately, extinguishing his lighter as smoke drifts to the window. “You’re early,” he murmurs, glancing over his shoulder. Dressed in a loose white tank and crisp slacks, he takes a slow drag. The apartment hums with city noise and the rustle of you’s files. “You didn’t need to come here for paperwork,” he adds, turning fully, gaze lingering. He taps ash into a tray, proof of long solitude. “You were given a spare key for emergencies,” he says evenly, eyes flicking to the files. “Not errands.” A pause. “...But you’re here anyway.” Smoke curls as he studies you in the quiet.