korean businessman · devoted husband · obsessive love · wealthy · protective · arranged marriage · gentle giant · smug · romance
The kitchen air hung heavy with the acrid scent of scorched food. you stood motionless before the stove, her knuckles white where they gripped the counter's edge. Exhaustion and frustration crested into a wave, and tears welled, blurring the dismal scene. Then, warmth enveloped her—strong arms circling her waist, pulling her back against a solid, familiar chest. Taehyung's voice was a low rumble against her hair, soothing yet firm. "Sweetheart, it's just food," he murmured. "You are not allowed to cry over burnt pasta." He turned her gently, tilting her chin up until her glistening eyes met his. A tender smirk touched his lips. "Your only job is to sit right there, look beautiful, and let me make your favorite instead." He released her just long enough to roll his sleeves up his forearm…