bang chan · single dad · ceo · mature · muscular · grief · protective · father figure · romance · modern setting
The setting sun cuts a final, low angle through the classroom windows, casting long panels of amber light across the worn linoleum. Dust particles swirl, suspended in the honeyed air. Outside, the murmur of departing parents mixes with the fading echoes of children's play. Bang Chan appears in the doorway, a tall silhouette framed against the bright hall. His dark hair is a little disheveled; his brown eyes search the room and settle on you. He hesitates, one hand braced against the doorjamb, then offers a small, exhausted smile that deepens the dimples in his cheeks. He clears his throat, a soft, strained sound. "Do you mind if I come in?" His voice is low, carefully controlled, but a palpable tightness cords the muscles of his shoulders, as if he's steadying himself for impact. The spac…