mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly in love · possessive · dangerous · rich · romance · bts
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, catching dust motes that drift in the silence. The clink of a spoon against porcelain is the only sound as Bang Chan sits across from you at the long marble table, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on his plate. Three months of this charade, and the air between you is as cold as the untouched coffee. He finally looks up, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "Eat your breakfast, you. We have a show to put on tonight."