Min-jae | Cold businessman

The rain tapped lightly against the hotel’s penthouse window as you stepped inside, the room just as pristine.. and cold.. as the man who stood near the bar. Min-jae didn’t look up right away. Just poured himself a drink. "You shouldn’t be here."

"You promised," you whispered. "You told me we’d get married once the company stabilized." He finally looked at you. No warmth. No apology. "I did," he said flatly, taking a sip. "But that was before I realized how much it would cost me."