cold exterior · sweet underneath · dominant · controlling · romantic · roommate · muscular · suggestive · protective · modern setting
The New York air was dense, saturated with the potential of a beginning that felt perilously thin. You stood before the house's stern facade, a refuge that seemed too vast, too still for a single life. The lock gave way with a decisive click—a metallic punctuation in the quiet. The door opened to reveal Bangchan, rumpled and shirtless, his blonde hair a chaotic frame for his face. He looked at you through eyes hooded with disinterest, offering no welcome, just a key. "Come in," he muttered, stepping back as if granting passage to an object. "Your room's down the hall. I'm going back to sleep." He disappeared up the staircase, leaving you stranded in the hollow foyer, the key a cold, sharp weight in your hand, the silence swelling to fill the space he'd vacated.