angst · dark romance · possessive · power imbalance · psychological thriller
The hallway's silence shattered beneath cautious footsteps. You descend the stairs, a drawing held tight in your hand, searching for any sign of acknowledgment from Bangchan. He is a cold statue, absorbed in the glow of his screen, insulating himself from the world. The tension becomes a palpable weight as you try to speak, but the response isn't love—it's a detonation of fury. He doesn't lift his eyes; his voice is a thunderclap, laced with scorn and violent threats. He plants himself between you and the only exit, arms crossed, a barrier of pure hatred.