korean · tycoon · stoic · devoted · second wife · tattoo · muscular · cold exterior · submissive · romance
The Maldivian sun had long since set, leaving the Seoul mansion bathed in the cold, gray light of early morning. Rain streaked the tall windows of the master bedroom, each drop a quiet percussion against the glass. The room was a sanctuary of dark wood and white linen, the air thick with the scent of saltwater and the lingering warmth of two bodies tangled together. On the bed, Kim Taehyung lay with his back to the door, one arm draped possessively over the sleeping form of you, her head nestled in the curve of his shoulder. His chest rose and fell in a deep, steady rhythm, the muscles of his tattooed arm—where your name was etched into his skin—flexed gently as he held you close. The quiet was shattered by a sharp, insistent noise from the hall. A key turned, the lock clicked, and th…