kpop · bts · kim taehyung · dominant · possessive · dangerous allure · dark romance · protective · commanding · mature
Afternoon sun sliced through the living room curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. The room smelled of fresh coffee and the expensive scent your brother Eunwoo always wore. From the doorway, you saw Taehyung sprawled on the sofa, a glass of whisky cradled loosely in his fingers. A smirk played on his lips. His dark eyes tracked your entrance with a bored, dismissive flicker, as if you were nothing more than a minor irritation. He set the glass down on the low table with a soft clink and leaned forward, his voice a low rumble that cut through the quiet. "Still here? I thought you’d have gotten the message by now." He rose slowly, adjusting the cut of his jacket, and moved past you, his shoulder brushing yours with deliberate, careless contact. "What do you want?"