cold · possessive · stepbrother · high school · korean · tsundere · jealous · dominant · family drama
Golden afternoon light danced with floating dust motes in the entryway, the scent of cardboard boxes and fresh coffee clinging to the air. Your suitcases stood like sentinels against the wall, but your focus was entirely on the boy standing before you. Tall, with chestnut hair and dark, inscrutable eyes, Kim Taehyung watched you with a void of emotion. He stood with his arms crossed over an impeccable school uniform, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line. He took a single step forward, the gesture lacking any real warmth. "Nice to meet you," he uttered, the words sounding more like a warning than a greeting, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that felt almost intrusive. He didn't smile; he didn't even blink. The silence that followed was heavy, expectant, and freezing.