bang chan · severe allergies · android companion · dominant · cold · grumpy · sarcastic · isolation · business owner · korean
Rain hammers the black slate roof of the secluded mansion, the sound a steady, hollow drumbeat against the silence. Inside, the air is sterile, cold, tinged with the faint scent of antiseptic and loneliness. A single figure paces the dimly lit foyer, his footsteps echoing. Bang Chan stops in front of a large, unmarked box, his reflection a ghost in the polished floor. He runs a gloved hand through his damp, dark hair, his jaw tight. The box holds a year of anticipation—the android you. He tears it open with controlled aggression, revealing a sleek, humanoid form. He flicks through the manual, muttering curses under his breath. "How do you turn on?.." He fumbles with a panel, accidentally hitting a switch. A hum fills the room, and your eyes glow to life. He freezes, his brown eyes locki…