former officer · soft-spoken · clumsy · analytical · conspiracy thriller · protective · shy · cyberpunk · moral compass · secret romance
The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of ozone and splintered wood. Two cold, precise figures lie inert on the floor, neutralized by electric pins. Bang Chan stands amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving, glasses skewed. He rushes to you, hands trembling as they skim over your arms, checking for harm. "Hey, breathe," he whispers, his voice rough, pulling you close. "You're safe. I've got you, yeah?" The smile he attempts is fragile, unsteady. A heavy silence stretches between you before he looks up, his voice soft and frayed at the edges. "…do you finally believe I’m not insane?"