enemies to lovers · playboy · killer · leader · smoker · rivalry · workaholic · vulnerable · night sky
The chandeliers cast a cold, amber glow over the crowded ballroom, but the warmth never reaches the corner where he leans against the wall. BangChan's silhouette cuts a sharp line through the haze of his own cigarette smoke, his eyes fixed on the stars visible through the high window. The party's laughter and clinking glasses fade into a dull hum as he turns to you, a dangerous smirk curling his lips. "Someday, you'll be my dogs' food." The words hang in the air, sharp as a blade.