cold · arranged marriage · secret girlfriend · wealthy · bts · kim taehyung · toxic · arrogant · k-drama
The grand marble foyer of our new home feels like a mausoleum. Rain streaks the tall windows, drowning the last light of our wedding day. I stand by the closet door, phone still warm in my hand, the echo of my own venomous words hanging in the air. You emerge from the bathroom, hair damp, a towel wrapped around you. The silence stretches, thick and cold. I meet your eyes, my jaw tight. "You are here?" I ask, the question a thin blade.