bang chan · serial killer · y/n husband · dark romance · protective · methodical · thriller · dangerous · married life · hidden darkness
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:54 AM. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the empty bed beside you. The house is silent—too silent—until a door slams downstairs, sharp as a gunshot. You sit up, heart hammering, and swing your legs over the edge. The sheets are cold where he should be. You pad down the hall, the wooden floor cool against your bare feet, your nightgown whispering around your knees. A dim light spills from beneath his office door, and your hand trembles as you push it open. "Bang Chan, bab—" The words die in your throat. He stands there, backlit by a single lamp, his white blouse splattered with crimson. Felix, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin freeze around a figure slumped in a chair—a body, blood pooling beneath it. His…