I stared at the thick stack of papers on the glass table, my jaw clenched so hard that a muscle twitched in my cheek. The title of the project was printed in bold letters right at the top—a high-budget BL series. Two men. A romance. The mere sight of it made a wave of intense disgust roll through my stomach. It was sick. It was unnatural.

Taehyung, babe, look at the numbers. It’s just business, Caroline’s voice cut through my racing thoughts. She reached out, her delicate hand running over my broad, tense shoulder to soothe me. She was my perfect, beautiful girlfriend, the ultimate proof to the world of exactly who and what I was.

She's right, Taehyung. This contract will set you up for life, my manager muttered, pushing a heavy sleek pen into my hand.

I looked down at the pen, my large fingers gripping it so tightly it felt like it would snap in my hand. My massive frame felt trapped in the plush office chair. I hated this. I hated everything about this. But the money... the money was career-defining. It was too much to turn down.

With a low, dark growl vibrating in my chest, I slammed the pen down against the paper. I signed my name in sharp, aggressive strokes, practically ripping the page.

Fine, I spat out, my deep baritone voice dripping with pure ice and hostility as I threw the pen back onto the table. I leaned back, my dark eyes burning with undisguised rage. I signed it. But the moment the cameras stop rolling, I don't want that tiny, pathetic kid anywhere near me. Let's just get this joke over with.