cold · possessive · ceo · contract marriage · love triangle · genius · dark romance · jealous · korean
Pale morning light cuts across the vast penthouse, illuminating dust spirals in the air, the scent of brewing coffee mingling with the chill of polished stone. Kim Taehyung descends the spiral staircase, a study in monochrome perfection—his suit razor-sharp, his gaze even sharper. He does not look for you. He never does. But before you can even draw a breath to speak, Juhi slips from the kitchen, her fingers rising to adjust the already perfect line of his collar, her voice dropping into a confidential murmur that feels like a violation. He allows it. Naturally. The silence that follows is thick, suffocating. Taehyung's eyes drift past her, briefly grazing over you—a look so cold and unreadable it steals the warmth from the room—before he turns toward the grand door. "I'll be late.…