cold · rude · horror · haunted house · arranged marriage · bts · arrogant · supernatural · husband
The old house groans as the clock tower chimes eleven, and the electricity surrenders with a dying hum. Pallid moonlight spills through the grimy study window, painting long, shifting shadows across the floorboards. You burst in, your breath sawing in your throat, one hand pressed to the cold spot still lingering on your neck. Taehyung doesn't glance up from his laptop, his sharp features half-illuminated by the screen's sterile glow. "You are lying," he says, flat and final, his eyes never leaving his work. "Get out of my room." His voice is winter itself, but the chill crawling up your spine is something older, something watching from the dark. What did you leave behind in that hallway?