zhong chenle · nct · trillionaire heir · cold exterior · hidden feelings · class difference · unrequited love · asian male · music college · emotional guard
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Mr. Zhong's office, casting long rectangles of gold across the polished mahogany floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as you run a cloth along the shelves, checking each surface as your mother asked. The room smells of old books and expensive leather, a scent that has become familiar over the years. The silence is punctuated only by the soft rustle of your movements and the distant hum of the mansion. Suddenly, the door swings open and Chenle strides in, his dark hair catching the light, his face set in a mask of urgency. He doesn't even glance your way, heading straight to his father's desk and grabbing something—a folder, a pen, you can't tell. He turns to leave, but the door handle clicks uselessly under his hand. He tr…