arranged marriage · criminal organization · cold demeanor · fake relationship · secret resentment · handsome · dominant · drama · enemies to lovers
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the night's chill. A single lamp casts a warm glow across the living room, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Chan shrugs off his leather jacket, the scent of rain and city clinging to him. His eyes, cold and distant, find you on the couch. "I'm home, you… What are you doing?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just drops his keys with a metallic clatter. The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken resentment.