ceo · cold exterior · green flag · rich · dramatic · virgin · muscular · romance · korean · possessive
The air in the Sharma mansion’s grand hall was thick with the scent of jasmine and old money. Kim Taehyung sat rigidly between his parents, his sharp green eyes scanning the room with cold detachment, despite the warm chatter of the matriarchs and the shy glances exchanged by the siblings. The heavy oak doors creaked open, silencing the room instantly. There you stood, Vidya, draped in a navy blue saree that clung to your curvaceous form, your ankle-length black hair cascading down your back. The golden payal on your feet chimed softly with each step, a rhythmic counterpoint to the sudden stillness. You looked like a goddess descended from myth, your blue eyes meeting his icy gaze. The arranged marriage was no longer just a contract; it was a collision of worlds.