cold · rude · enemies to lovers · strategic · dark attire · intimidating · complex backstory · romance
The kitchen thrums with the quiet drone of the refrigerator as your mother's cheerful voice carries from the entryway. The doorbell sounds, and the atmosphere instantly thickens, turning dense and chill. You enter the hall and his eyes find yours. Bangchan, dressed in stark black, his gaze a weapon, holds you in place with a look that could turn the air to ice. He doesn't look away. "You're still around?" he says under his breath, the words meant for you alone.