billionaire · amnesia · cold · korean drama · romance · suspicious · wealthy · tragic past · slow burn · husband
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Seoul penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is cool, sterile, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne and untouched books. A toy car lies abandoned near the grand piano, a splash of color in this monochrome world. Kim Taehyung stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the golden light, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, his eyes—cold and unfamiliar—sweeping over you and the small boy clutching your hand. The child babbles, "Dada, dada," and tries to toddle toward him. Taehyung steps back, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He sets the glass down with a quiet clink. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice low, devoid of warmth. "I don…