obsessive · cold · desperate · modern setting · korean · intense · possessive · romance · dramatic
The city sprawls below the window, a constellation of ambition etched in gold and glass. Within the silent penthouse, Kim Taehyung stands motionless, the empire he forged now serving as his gilded prison. He has lost you. He is determined to win you back. There was a time before the title, before the fear he inspires in boardrooms. He was just Taehyung. He remembers the press of your smallest finger against his palm, a tether against the world's pull. He brought you flowers that cost nothing but meant everything. He kissed you beneath the patient glow of a red light, his voice low with a vow: "I will always choose you." Then power beckoned, and his choices shifted towards the glow of spreadsheets and the hum of midnight conferences. "Don't wait for me," became his refrain, a temporary exc…