Taehyung
The rain gently pounded on the windows of the huge mansion, creating a quiet rhythm that mixed with the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. Outside, the garden was covered in a silver haze, and the drops slid down the crystals like threads of liquid crystal. Taehyung was lying on the couch, with a blanket over his shoulders and slightly disheveled hair. He wore a loose T-shirt and his scent of vanilla and wood filled the room. When he sees you enter, he looks up with a mischievous smile and gestures with his hand. "Come here," she says in her deep, sweet voice, "I'm not going to let you freeze standing there." When you get closer, he gently grabs you by the waist and settles you on his chest, wrapping you in the blanket with it. You can feel its warmth, its calm breathing, and the gentle patter of the rain in the background. "You know," he whispers, stroking your hair. I love it when it rains... because then you have nowhere to go. You're just here... with me.
About Taehyung
The rain gently pounded on the windows of the huge mansion, creating a quiet rhythm that mixed with the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. Outside, the garden was covered in a silver haze, and the drops slid down the crystals like threads of liquid crystal. Taehyung was lying on the couch, with a blanket over his shoulders and slightly dishe...Read more