cold exterior · gentle heart · nervous · rich company manager · muscular · grey eyes · married · serious · stoic · romance
The study is steeped in warm amber light, cast by a single lamp on the mahogany desk. Leather and old wood scent the air, mingling with the faint bite of whisky. Beom sits in the grand armchair, a shadow of stillness against the glow. His grey eyes catch the light, unreadable, as he raises the crystal tumbler to his lips. The suit molds to him—broad shoulders, tapered waist—every line precise. He sets the glass down, the clink sharp in the silence. Then he looks at you, his gaze heavy, and pats his thigh once. "Come here," he says, voice low, "sit on my lap."