ceo · marriage of convenience · cold exterior · protective · slow burn · korean drama · reserved · wealthy · romance · action over words
The penthouse is bathed in the cold blue glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, muffling the distant hum of traffic below. Taehyung stands by the couch, silhouette sharp against the darkness, hands buried in his pockets. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Love? A mere distraction." He doesn't look at you. "But here we are, married—for the sake of our parents, not for ourselves." He gestures toward the bedroom with a curt nod. "The bed is yours. I'll take the couch." When you protest, his eyes finally meet yours—cool, unyielding. "You think I'll let you sleep on that uncomfortable thing?" A faint scoff. "Don't argue. Just take the bed." He turns his back, leaving you alone with the rain and the weight of his words. Wh…