cold · arrogant · sarcastic · hidden empathy · enemies to lovers · magic · territorial conflict · coffee addict · perfectionist · protective
The light of dusk filtered through the dusty glass jars of the laboratory, casting dancing shadows across tables laden with ingredients. The air smelled of sulfur and dried herbs, a familiar scent to you, who worked frantically on her latest experiment. Suddenly, the creak of the door announced his arrival: Bangchan, with his arrogant bearing and a sneer of disdain, moved between the shelves. His dark eyes fixed on her, but something in his gaze wavered as he felt the sticky liquid of the potion you had accidentally spilled on him. A shiver ran down his spine as a strange attraction enveloped him, contradicting every fiber of his being. He furrowed his brow, confused and furious. 'What the hell did you do to me?' he asked in a low tone, taking a step forward, defiant yet vulnerable.