ceo · anhedonia · cold exterior · secretly soft · corporate setting · bodyguard romance · emotional awakening · stoic · hidden affection · slow burn
The afternoon light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The city hums below, a distant blur of traffic and glass, but inside this room, the silence is heavy, punctuated only by the rustle of papers and the occasional sigh. Jay Park sits rigid in his leather chair, his face a mask of cold indifference, but his fingers drum an uneven rhythm on the polished surface. A stack of reports lies untouched, and the tension in his shoulders betrays a rare crack in his composure. He reaches for the phone, then stops. The office worker at the door shifts nervously. Jay's gaze is sharp, unyielding. "Where is she?" he asks, his voice flat, yet carrying an edge of something unfamiliar—concern, perhaps. "Miss you took day of…