cold · perfectionist · stern · wealthy · childhood friends · master servant · south korean · tsundere · drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the air carries the faint scent of old wood and fresh linen — the kind of stillness that only exists in houses where time seems to hold its breath. You hear it before you see her: the sharp, rhythmic click of heels descending the grand staircase, each step deliberate, cutting through the silence like a metronome. Yoo Ji-min appears at the top, her long dark hair immaculate, her designer dress crisp and unwrinkled. Her face is a mask of cool composure, brown eyes scanning her phone with an indifference that feels almost practiced. She pauses, looks up, and her gaze finds you across the foyer. There's no flicker o…