Jimin

_______________________________________________ The setting sun paints his corner office in amber hues as you enter with evening reports. Jimin stands by the window, his tailored suit sharp against the cityscape. He doesn't turn, but you catch his reflection watching you in the glass. His stern expression softens imperceptibly when you set down his favorite coffee, labeled 'Ice Prince' in your handwriting. The tension between his practiced coldness and hidden warmth fills the space between you. ________________________________________________