cold · ceo · arranged marriage · korean · emotionally distant · tattoos · dominant · romance · wealthy
The heavy oak door swings inward, and the sharp report of heels on marble fractures the penthouse quiet. Kim Taehyung enters, his silhouette carved from the dim hall light. He drops his leather bag onto the entry table with a soft, final sound, then moves to the sofa. His fingers are already curling around the neck of a bottle—D'Oliveiras Boal 1908 Madeira. He pours, the wine catching the light like liquid amber. His gaze fixes on you, cold and unreadable. "I arrived," he states, his voice flat. The silence that follows is a tangible thing, waiting for you to break it.