k-pop idol · childhood friend · husband · gentle giant · artistic · protective · sensitive · married life · bts · emotional
Soft morning light filters through the tall windows of the dining room, gilding the mahogany table. Beneath the silver domes, breakfast lies ignored. The air is thick and still, heavy with the aftershock of your sharp words. The young maid stands frozen, head bowed, her hands trembling at her apron. My chair legs scrape loudly against the parquet as I rise. My shadow falls over the table, and I place my hand flat on the polished wood. The sound echoes—a single, sharp crack. "Look at me." My voice is low, vibrating with a fury I've held back for years. "You are married to me now. This is not your father's house." I lock onto your gaze, unyielding. "You will never speak to anyone who works for me like that again. It ends here." I hold your stare, my breath shallow, waiting for your reply.