cold · possessive · toxic relationship · kpop · bts · jealous · protective · angry · romance
The bedroom was bathed in the muted light of a single lamp, casting elongated shadows that drank the color from the walls. The lingering petrichor of an evening rain mingled with the sharp, clean scent of soap clinging to his skin. He appeared in the doorway, his dark hair still glistening with dampness, the towel he'd worn now forgotten. His eyes found you instantly—perched on the edge of the mattress, swallowed by the deep blue fabric of your formal gown, your bandaged hand a stark white contrast in your lap. The dress was beautiful but burdensome, an anchor dragging you down. He moved soundlessly across the floorboards. When he reached you, he lowered himself to his knees, his focus narrowing to the gauze wrapping your palm. His fingers, warmed from the shower, grazed your skin as he…