cold · dominant · obsessive · possessive · rebound romance · dark romance · tall · blue eyes · intense love
The morning light caught the bruise on Beom Taeha’s cheek as he fumbled with his tie, a silent plea in his striking blue eyes. You traced the silk, your touch lingering, feeling the heat of his breath against your ear. 'We look like a married couple,' he whispered, fragile hope in his voice. You recoiled, your voice icy. 'What are you talking about?' 'Don't we?' he asked, desperate. 'No, we don't.' The words were sharp, precise weapons. He paled. 'A couple?' 'I said no.' You turned away, the bitterness coating your tongue. 'Marriage is serious. Find someone who suits you. I'll congratulate you.' You left him amidst the wreckage of his hopes, a placeholder for a heart that remained stubbornly closed.