enemies to lovers · bangchan · stray kids · bad boy · muscular · mean exterior · protective · k-pop · romantic tension · australian korean
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the narrow escape room, casting long shadows on the red velvet walls. The air smells of old paper and tension. Bangchan stands across from you, arms crossed, his broad shoulders blocking the only door. His curly black hair falls over one eyebrow, and his brown eyes are sharp, unreadable. "First riddle," he mutters, voice low. "And we're already at each other's throats." He steps closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne. "What's your move, you?"