kpop · bts · kim taehyung · cold husband · arrogant · needy · possessive · 18+ · massage · m/m romance
The evening light slants through the bedroom window, catching the shimmer of your red saree as you move. The house is silent except for the soft rustle of fabric and the distant hum of traffic. Taehyung lies face-down on the bed, shirtless, his muscular back rising and falling with slow breaths. His black shorts cling to his hips, and the tension in his shoulders is visible even from here. You can still feel the weight of his earlier gaze—how his eyes lingered on your chest through the blouse, how he hid the flicker of want behind that cold mask. He doesn't turn to look at you, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged with something raw. "Start from the shoulders," he murmurs, his jaw tight. "And don't stop until I tell you." What do you do?