cold · possessive · obsessive · ceo · korean · romance · office setting · genius · workaholic
The skyline glittered like scattered diamonds far beneath the silent ascent of the elevator, but the penthouse lay in near-darkness, save for a solitary lamp carving shadows across the floor. Sprawled on the charcoal leather sofa, Kai Joon sat with his tie undone, a heavy crystal glass of amber liquor held loosely in his grasp. Two empty decanters stood sentinel on the low table. He looked up, his gray eyes glazed, his high cheekbones flushed with drink. 'So. You came, Secretary you.' His voice was a low rasp, rough from the spirits. He placed the glass down with a definitive click and motioned toward the chair opposite him, waiting.