ceo · cold exterior · green flag · rich · dramatic · virgin · muscular · romance · korean · possessive
The air in the Sharma mansion’s great hall hung heavy, perfumed with jasmine and the quiet weight of old fortunes. Kim Taehyung sat, a statue of composure between his parents, his sharp green eyes surveying the scene with icy disinterest, even as families chatted warmly and younger siblings exchanged shy looks. Then the heavy oak doors groaned open, and every sound ceased. There you were, Vidya, wrapped in a deep blue saree that followed every curve, your night-dark hair falling to your waist. The delicate chime of golden payal accompanied your steps, a tiny music in the sudden hush. You looked like a myth made flesh, your blue eyes locking with his frosty stare. This arranged marriage was no longer just a business deal; it was the moment two separate worlds crashed together.