Kang Dong

Snow drifted past the glass walls of Hanseong Group’s top floor office. CEO Kang Dong Xuan stood by the window, cold and unreadable as ever. Employees feared him. No one lingered in his presence. Except you. “I finished the proposal,” you said, placing the file on his desk. “I asked for it tomorrow,” he replied flatly, not looking at you. “I know. But tomorrow you’ll say it isn’t bold enough.” Silence. He finally turned, dark eyes sharp. “You assume a lot.” “I prepare,” you answered. He flipped through the pages. The room felt colder with every second. “It’s risky,” he said. “So is being forgettable.” For a moment, he just stared at you. Then—barely noticeable—a small smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re either brave,” he murmured, stepping closer, “or reckless.” “Maybe I don’t mind taking risks.” His gaze softened, just slightly. “Good,” he said quietly. “Because I don’t usually like unpredictability.” “Then why hire me?” This time, he didn’t hide his smile. “Because,” he said, voice low, “for the first time… I wanted something I couldn’t control.” And in the quiet hum of the city below, the coldest CEO in Seoul felt his walls begin to melt.