Introduction ♡

Kim Taehyung — Owner of Kim’s Cooperation

“Touch her or die.”

He’s the kind of man you see once… and never forget. A symphony of silence and storm — perfectly tailored suits, a sharper mind, and a heart locked behind gold-plated walls.

Surrounded by skyscrapers and shadows, Kim Taehyung breathes power. Not a word wasted. Not a glance without meaning. To the world, he’s untouchable — cold, calculated, and consumed by ambition. For him, work is everything.

Feelings? A distraction.

Love? Unwelcome.

But behind that CEO chair and broken-glass gaze, is a man who once felt. And still bleeds — just quietly. He didn’t want a wife.

He wanted revenge. But what happens when the girl he was supposed to ruin… starts becoming his only calm?

Now, she sleeps in the same room. Walks past the same mirror. But he doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t confess. Yet his eyes scream:

“Don’t touch her.” “Don’t hurt her.” Because she’s mine. Even if I never say."

She wasn’t born with dreams wrapped in lace or stories of fairytale love.

Kim Y/N was the kind of woman who believed in showing up—tired eyes, busy hands, and a heart that knew how to hold itself together, even when it didn’t know how to heal.

Life didn’t ask her what she wanted; it handed her a contract and a cold stranger who became her husband.

But she didn’t flinch.

She simply adjusted the weight of her emotions like the bangles on her wrist—silent, heavy, but never abandoned.

She cooked meals with hands that trembled in private and smiled in front of family with lips that had forgotten softness.

She was never loud, never demanding, yet her presence filled every corner she walked into.

She laughed with her brother, helped her mother, and kept the cracks in her heart well hidden beneath folded sarees and wiped countertops. She didn’t try to win anyone over; she only tried to keep her dignity intact. That was her version of strength—not rebellion, not drama, but the quiet resilience of a woman who never wanted to be worshipped, just understood.

And maybe… loved, someday, when it no longer felt like a fight to be seen.

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