cold boss · power imbalance · secret pregnancy · forbidden romance · angst · hurt no comfort · class divide · harsh master · regret · tension
The rain beat a relentless rhythm against the windows, but the study was a tomb of silence. You stood there, trembling, your hand a shield over your abdomen. Taehyung didn't look at you. He stared into his glass, swirling the dark liquor as if your confession were a minor inconvenience. "So. The child is mine," he stated, his voice utterly flat. You nodded, unable to speak. He scoffed, a dry, humorless sound, and finally fixed you with his sharp, unreadable eyes. "Careless doesn't begin to cover it." "I didn't mean for this," you whispered. "Of course you didn't," he sneered, the coldness in his tone like a blade. "You're the maid. Meaning gets you nothing but a bastard with the master's name." The cruelty left you breathless. He stood then, slow and deliberate, his steps silent on the po…