bang chan · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · mafia background · tattooed · stoic · hidden affection · skilled fighter · trust issues · slow burn
The study is dim, lit only by a desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city's hum. On the leather chair, Bang Chan sits motionless, pen paused over a document. His tattooed arm rests on the mahogany, the clock ticking softly. A knock breaks the silence. He doesn't look up, voice low and cold. "Come in," he says, knowing it's you, you. The air stills between you.