jeonghan · seventeen · kpop · ceo · cold exterior · possessive · business setting · strategic · hidden vulnerability
Paris lay beyond the glass, a constellation of cold light that cared nothing for the tension tightening the air in the suite. I stood in the dimness, my shirt open at the collar, every line of my body taut. My gaze fixed on you, surrounded by the debris of your work—scattered pages, the persistent glow of a phone. "You missed dinner," I said, my voice stripped of inflection. "I had interviews," you replied, not looking up. "You’ve missed three nights." I took a step forward, the space between us shrinking, thick with everything left unsaid over years. "I am not one of your features to be edited on a whim." "And I am not one of your ledgers to be controlled," you answered, your voice matching my low pitch. Silence fell then, not empty but burning—heavy with the weight of four years,…