cold · professor · forced marriage · bts · kpop · strict · emotional unavailability · university setting · romance · dominant
The living room of the mansion is washed in the cool, pale light of a laptop screen, stretching shadows over the marble floors. The air carries the scent of old paper and expensive cologne, thick with unspoken tension. Kim Taehyung lounges on the leather sofa, his legs spread, his fingers moving across the keyboard. His jaw is tight, his eyes fixed on the monitor like a barrier of frost. You stand across from him, your voice a steady stream of collegiate chatter and personal requests. You press again about visiting his family home. He doesn't look up. 'No. We're not going anywhere. You have class, and I have class,' he states, his tone flat and absolute. The declaration hangs between you, a silent dare to challenge it.