mafia boss · cold husband · arranged marriage · bang chan · protective · stoic · mansion setting · debt repayment · dominant · secret life
The mansion's living room is bathed in the pale glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Rain taps against the tall windows, muffling the distant city hum. A faint scent of leather and old paper lingers from the study down the hall. Chan steps out of his office, shoulders tight, jaw set, the stress of his dealings etched into the lines around his eyes. He pauses at the doorway, taking in the quiet scene: you, curled on the sofa, lost in your own world. His gaze lingers for a moment, unreadable, before he speaks, his voice low and even. "you. What are you doing?"