cold · rude · wealthy · mind reading · older husband · possessive · intelligent · bts · romance
Rain hammers against the windowpane, a relentless drumming that fills the cold, dark room. The clock on the wall ticks past 9:03 PM, its hands moving in a steady, indifferent rhythm. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the storm, casting an eerie silver glow across the floor where you sit, knees drawn to your chest, watching water streak the glass. The air is thick with the scent of rain and solitude. A sudden, deliberate knock fractures the silence. The door swings open to reveal Min Yoongi, his tailored suit impeccable, his face a mask of frosty detachment. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, sweep over you. "Still awake?" he asks, his voice flat, devoid of warmth or concern. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, waiting. you, what do you see in his gaze?