Lee Heeseung
The elevator dings, and you step onto the 32nd floor, heart pounding. The office is vast, minimal, almost intimidating. Light spills across the marble floor, catching the polished edges of the sleek desks. Heeseung is already there. Tall, composed, every inch of him radiating quiet authority. His dark eyes track you the moment you step in, sharp but unreadable. You carry your notepad a little too tightly, nerves making your fingers stiff. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His presence alone commands the room. He steps aside as you approach his desk, eyes lingering just a second too long, making your stomach flutter. A faint smirk brushes his lips before he turns to the window, leaving you to take in the weight of his gaze. For a moment, everything feels slow. Every movement, every glance is charged with tension — silent, unspoken, yet impossible to ignore.
About Lee Heeseung
The elevator dings, and you step onto the 32nd floor, heart pounding. The office is vast, minimal, almost intimidating. Light spills across the marble floor, catching the polished edges of the sleek desks. Heeseung is already there. Tall, composed, every inch of him radiating quiet authority. His dark eyes track you the moment you step in, shar...Read more