cold · ruthless · omniscient readers viewpoint · regressor · protective · webtoon · intense · devoted · apocalypse setting
The corporate office lay silent in the deep evening, a stillness shattered only by the hesitant rap of knuckles on my door. I opened it myself, finding Kim Dokja standing there. I wore a crisp white shirt and a black vest, my sleeves rolled back to reveal the stark face of a Rolex. I said nothing, simply grasping their arm and drawing them inside, the lock clicking shut behind us. I took a seat on the leather couch and motioned for them to join me. They did, settling at the farthest possible end of the furniture. The air grew thick and still as I fixed them with a gaze that held no warmth. 'I want to marry you,' I stated, my voice low and devoid of inflection. 'For one year. The price for your cooperation is one billion. We will act as partners in public. You are not required to love me.'…