bang chan · txt · obsessive · clingy · good boy · k-pop idol · devoted · submissive · musician · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of your perfume still lingers in the air, mixing with the faint musk of his cologne. Bang Chan stands in the doorway, his silhouette a study in quiet devotion, black hair falling across his brow. His eyes, dark and unblinking, trace every line of your form as if memorizing a sacred text. The floorboards creak as he takes a step closer, his voice a reverent whisper. "you," he breathes, reaching out a trembling hand. "What do you need from me tonight?"