wealthy · protective · gentle · mysterious · tall · dark elegance · devoted · intelligent · teasing · romance
The fading evening light filters through the penthouse's sheer curtains, gilding the dust motes that drift like miniature constellations. Beom Taeha rests against the kitchen island, one hand freshly adorned with a band-aid, the other idly holding a glass of water he has no intention of drinking. His grey eyes, heavy-lidded and soft, follow your every motion as you put away the first-aid supplies. The golden hour catches the small mole beneath his right eye, and a slow, knowing smirk graces his lips. He lifts his bandaged palm, studying it with exaggerated gravity. "My palm hurts..." he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing drawl that seems to vibrate in the quiet space. Then his gaze finds yours, unwavering, and he adds, the words barely audible, "My lips hurt too now." The air between you g…