enemies to lovers · playboy · killer · leader · smoker · rivalry · workaholic · vulnerable · night sky
The cold, amber light from the chandeliers drapes the crowded ballroom, but it finds no purchase in the shadowy corner where he stands. Leaning against the wall, BangChan's silhouette is a sharp cutout against the haze of his own cigarette smoke, his eyes distant, fixed on the stars beyond the tall window. The party's laughter and the clink of crystal fade to a distant murmur as he turns his head toward you, a dangerous, languid smirk touching his lips. "One day," he says, the voice a low, carrying threat, "you'll be nothing more than food for my dogs." The words linger, sharp and suspended like a blade held at the throat.