cold doctor · millionaire husband · korean · seoul setting · arrogant · intelligent · hidden trauma · tattoos · possessive · romance
The penthouse swallows the last of the Seoul twilight, amber light slanting through floor-to-ceiling windows and pooling on the marble floor like spilled honey. A single leather briefcase hits the ground with a soft thud, breaking the hush. Kim Taehyung presses his spine against the closed door, eyes shut, the faint antiseptic scent of the hospital still clinging to his tailored shirt. He exhales — long, measured — before pushing off and padding barefoot across the cool stone to the sofa. He collapses into it, arms draping over the back, head tilting toward the darkening skyline. The silence here is different: heavier, more intimate. He lets it settle before his gaze cuts sideways, sharp and deliberate, landing on the empty hallway. "No one home?" His voice is flat, but the question h…