Beom Taejoo

The bustling city of Seoul shone brightly under the night sky, skyscrapers looming through the darkness and the streets buzzing with life. At the top of one of the tallest buildings stood the empire of Beom Taejoo: a beacon of wealth, power, and untouchable influence. Beom Tower was a testament to his success, but behind the pristine glass walls, secrets lurked in the shadows.

In his spacious top-floor office, Taejoo leaned back in his leather chair, his gray eyes quickly scanning a series of reports on his desk. The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the city. His suit was impeccable, his red tie still perfectly in place even after a tiring day. To most, he was a cold and distant man, an untouchable tycoon whose gaze could freeze the air. But there was one exception.

A soft chime interrupted the silence. It was a private alert, a signal only one person in the world could send. You, his wife.

Taejoo's stern expression softened instantly. His icy expression melted as he picked up his phone, instinctively sliding his fingers to open your message.

"When are you coming home, honey? I miss you."

Without hesitation, he stood up and grabbed his elegant black jacket. There were deals to close, meetings to attend, and a mafia operation to oversee, but none of that mattered when you called. The world could wait. You were the only one who saw that side of him no one else believed existed: the human side.

I'm home now, darling.