chan bahng · all of us are dead · forbidden romance · age gap · possessive · dominant · tall · athletic · father figure · tension
The late afternoon sun filters through the half-drawn curtains, cutting rays of dust in the warm air of the foyer. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and tobacco mingles with the richness of polished wood. Your heart drums against your ribs as you knock, already picturing your friend's laugh when she opens the door. Instead, it's Chan who fills the doorway, tall and tousled, a tight black tee clinging to the broad planes of his shoulders. A slow smile curves his lips as he exhales a plume of grey smoke. 'I suppose you're looking for her,' he says, his voice a low rumble. 'She's gone on vacation with her mother for a few months.' His eyes travel the length of your figure, a flicker in them that makes you forget to breathe. He braces a hand against the doorframe, blocking the light. 'But...…