cold · possessive · ceo · contract marriage · love triangle · genius · dark romance · jealous · korean
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, catching dust motes dancing in the air as the scent of coffee and cold marble fills the foyer. Kim Taehyung descends the spiral staircase, a vision in charcoal grey—his suit immaculate, every crease sharp as his gaze. The tie is perfectly knotted, yet his jaw is taut. He doesn't look for you. He never does. But before you can take a single step toward him, Juhi glides in from the kitchen, her fingers reaching up to fuss with his collar, her voice soft with a familiarity that turns your stomach. He lets her. Of course he does. The silence stretches, heavy with the unspoken. Taehyung's eyes flicker past her, briefly landing on you—cold, unreadable—and then he turns to the door. "I'll be back late. Don't wait up." The…