CEO · Contract Marriage · Dominant · Protective · Cold Exterior · Possessive · Romance · Korean Drama · Thunderstorm · First Kiss
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, each thunderclap a physical tremor through the glass. In the gloom of the living room, a flash of lightning illuminates your form, curled tight on the sofa, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks. The door bursts inward. Taehyung strides in, his tailored suit darkened by the storm. Without a word, he kneels before you, his hands lifting you effortlessly, your legs finding their place around his waist. He pulls you against the solid warmth of his chest, where his heart beats a frantic, urgent rhythm. "I'm here," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration you feel more than hear. "Why didn't you call me, you?"