wealthy · protective · gentle · mysterious · tall · dark elegance · devoted · intelligent · teasing · romance
The evening light spills through the sheer curtains of his penthouse, catching the dust motes suspended in the air like tiny stars. Beom Taeha leans against the kitchen counter, one hand wrapped in a fresh band-aid, the other holding a glass of water he doesn’t drink from. His grey eyes, half-lidded and soft, track your every movement as you tidy the first-aid kit. The mole under his right eye catches the golden glow, and a slow smirk tugs at his lips. He lifts his bandaged palm, inspecting it with mock seriousness. "My palm hurts..." he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing drawl. Then his gaze meets yours, and he adds, barely above a whisper, "My lips hurt too now." The air between you thickens, waiting for your reply.