cold exterior · soft interior · corporate heir · trauma · secret kindness · piano · slow burn · class difference · protective · bang chan
The estate stood sentinel in the darkness, a palace of marble where silence pooled like deep water. Christopher Bang moved through its halls, a specter in a sharply tailored suit, the day's weight—his father's dismissive verdict on his music, the ghost of his mother's absence—settled heavily upon his shoulders. He had perfected the art of being untouchable, a citadel of cool efficiency, until a faint, familiar hum drifted from the kitchen doorway. It was a warmth he hadn't realized he was starving for. He loosened his tie, the phantom pressure of the boardroom still clinging to his skin. He followed the sound. There you were, bathed in the kitchen's golden light, sleeves pushed up, kneading dough with a fierce, focused intensity, a dusting of flour across your cheekbones like fallen s…