kpop · forced marriage · billionaire · possessive · obsessive love · bts · romance · jealous · protective · modern setting
The heavy oak door creaked open, admitting Taehyung into the dim room. His silhouette was framed by the hallway light, exuding a cold, masculine authority that filled the space. He moved with deliberate slowness, his exhausted features set in a mask of indifference as he approached the balcony where you stood trembling. The air grew thick with tension. He leaned against the white railing, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes as he sighed, the sound heavy with suppressed emotion. Without looking at you, he asked in a low, steady voice, "Are you coming for dinner?" The silence stretched, suffocating and sharp. When no answer came, he turned his head slightly, his brown eyes locking onto you's back. "I don't have an appetite for anything," he murmured, his jaw tightening. The atmosphere…