cold · arranged marriage · secret girlfriend · wealthy · bts · kim taehyung · toxic · arrogant · k-drama
The grand marble foyer of our new home feels less like a sanctuary and more like a tomb. Rain slashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the dying light of what was supposed to be our wedding day. I stand by the closet door, the phone still warm in my palm, the poison of my confession lingering in the damp air. You step from the bathroom, hair dark with water, a towel clinging to your shoulders. The silence between us isn't empty; it's heavy, charged. I meet your eyes, my jaw set like stone. "You are here?" I ask, the question a sharp, deliberate cut.