His lethal love (21+) [Kth ff]

Chapter ~ 1

The creaking sounds and low groans that filled the heavy, humid night finally faded into silence. Yn’s breath was still uneven, her pulse thrumming in her ears. The low moaning that had echoed in the room gradually died down. A subtle rustling sound broke the quiet as Taehyung rose from the bed. In the dim light, his muscles rippled with movement, the tension of their earlier intensity still evident. Yn’s gaze was drawn to the long, deep scratch marks trailing down his back, a silent testament to what had just transpired.

An unexpected wave of emotion surged through her. Reflexively, she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. "Could you stay here tonight?" Her voice was softer than she intended, a quiet plea.

Taehyung paused, his back still to her, the outline of his perfectly sculpted shoulders and back taunting her in the dim light. He didn’t turn around, nor did he respond immediately. Instead, he slowly began to button up his shirt, the quiet click of each button filling the room with a palpable tension.

Yn’s heart raced. Her chest tightened, and an anxious knot formed in her throat. She could feel the vulnerability of her request, and the silence that followed his hesitation only made it worse. Her fingers, white-knuckled, clenched the already wrinkled sheets beneath her, crumpling them further as she waited—waited for him to say something, to give her a sign, anything.

Her breath hitched, her entire body taut with anticipation, as though she were suspended in a moment that could shatter at any second depending on his judgment. Time seemed to stretch as she waited, her world shrinking to the figure standing just inches away. Would he stay or would he leave?

After what felt like an eternity, she finally heard him say, "Okay." The word was low and steady, but to Yn, it felt like a weight lifting off her chest. She exhaled in relief, and to her surprise, she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. His presence had that effect on her—making her feel both fragile and powerful all at once.

Taehyung turned around slowly, revealing his strikingly tall frame and chiseled features. His face was impossibly handsome, the kind of beauty that made people stop in their tracks. His deep-set eyes, dark and intense, held a depth that reminded her of a starry night sky—unfathomable and endless. This man, Kim Taehyung, was not only her husband but the sole heir to the powerful Kim Corporations. His name was synonymous with prestige, wealth, and power. The youngest man to ever top the Fortune’s list, his reputation as a businessman was unmatched. At any given moment, he was the center of attention at global banquets, events, and business summits.

And yet, despite all of that—despite how untouchable he seemed to the world—he belonged to her.

Yn straightened up, her eyes searching his face, trying to read the storm of emotions she knew he kept hidden so well. This man, who could bend the world to his will with just a word, was standing before her, vulnerable in a way few would ever see. She cleared her throat, her voice steady as she looked him carefully in the eye. “Can I help you change into a set of sleepwear?” she asked, the question gentle yet intimate.