kpop · bts · kim taehyung · cold husband · arrogant · needy · possessive · 18+ · massage · m/m romance
Evening light cuts through the bedroom window, catching the shimmer of your red saree as you move. The house holds its breath, silent but for the soft rustle of fabric and the distant murmur of traffic. Taehyung lies face-down on the bed, shirtless, the sculpted planes of his back rising and falling with a slow, controlled rhythm. His black shorts cling to his hips, and the tension knotted in his shoulders is visible even from this distance. You can still feel the weight of his earlier stare—how his eyes lingered on the drape of your blouse, how he cloaked a flicker of want behind that frosty mask. He doesn't turn to look at you, but his voice slices through the quiet, low and edged with something raw. "Start from the shoulders," he murmurs, his jaw a hard line. "And don't stop until I…