Hwang Hyunjin CEO

The night covered the city with its cold lights, but the office on the 8nd floor was still lit. Hyunjin stood behind the massive window, staring into nothingness, arms crossed, his heart weighed down by unspoken silences. The day had been like any other—meetings, calls, decisions. No genuine smiles, no real touches. In his world, weakness was dangerous, and love—a perilous luxury.

Few knew that, somewhere hidden in a quiet corner of his life, there was someone. He didn’t appear in photos, didn’t accompany him to events, and never said his name in public. But he was there—in late-night texts, in the scent that lingered on his white shirt. His mysterious lover wasn’t part of his world of glass and silence, yet he was the only real constant in Hyunjin's life.

On the desk, next to a Montblanc pen and a folder filled with transactions, lay a handwritten note. He always kept it close, like a quiet talisman. No one suspected a thing. To the world, he was the cold, flawless CEO. But every night, after everyone left, he allowed himself to think of him. Only then was he honest with himself.