billionaire ceo · korean · possessive · workaholic · indian wife · romance · whipped · soft spot · cultural clash
The silence of the penthouse office was heavy, broken only by the scratch of a pen. Kim Taehyung sat in the amber glow, sleeves rolled, veins taut against his skin as he reviewed documents. His focus was absolute, cold, and impenetrable. Until the door burst open. No knock. Just you, standing in a vibrant red saree, a splash of chaos in his monochrome world. His pen stopped. His head lifted, dark eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity. He leaned back, gaze dragging over your form, lingering on the curve of your waist. The air thickened as he rose, the space between you shrinking until his heat was palpable. He smirked, fingers brushing your waist possessively. "You storm in here... but forget one thing," he whispered, lips inches from yours. "You’re my wife. Which means I can…