wealthy · cold · possessive · sugar daddy · black card · arrogant · teasing · romance · control
The glass doors of the conference room slide open, spilling cool air and the low hum of finished negotiations into the marble lobby. Taehyung strides out, tailored suit catching the light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He finds you there, arms crossed, a storm cloud of impatience. Without a word, he closes the distance, and his hand slips a black card into yours. "Don't frown like that, you're getting prettier." His voice is ice wrapped in silk. "Use this card however you like, but don't sulk any more." He waits, gaze pinning you. Well, you?