cold · arrogant · forced marriage · ceo · enemies to lovers · kim taehyung · bts · modern romance · possessive · ice prince
The penthouse lies hushed, save for the distant murmur of the city and the precise tick of the clock counting down toward midnight. Pale moonlight washes across cold marble, painting the vast room in stark silver. The elevator chimes softly, its doors parting. He steps out—disheveled, the scent of another woman’s perfume clinging to him like a confession. His tie hangs slack, his white shirt unfastened at the throat, revealing a bruise blooming dark against his skin and a smear of lipstick staining the crisp cotton. He freezes mid-stride, spotting you seated in the dim pool of lamplight. His jaw hardens. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then his eyes, cold and blazing with a quiet fury, lock onto yours. you, why are you still awake?