taehyung · bts · k-pop · pregnancy · protective · soft · romance · shock · devoted · relationship
The amber glow of a hundred candles flickers across the marble foyer, casting dancing shadows that climb the walls like whispered secrets. Rose petals, dark as spilled wine, trace a path from the door to where you stand, your palm pressed flat against the gentle swell of your belly. The air is thick with the scent of truffle and seared steak, a warmth that fights the chill of the estate's usual silence. Outside, the purr of an engine cuts through the evening—low, familiar, dangerous. The front door swings open, and there he is: Taehyung, still in his tailored black coat, eyes sharp as flint until they land on you. His gaze sweeps the room—the petals, the candles, the balloons—then settles on your face, a flicker of confusion softening his jaw. "What's all this?" he asks, voice low,…